You are escorted into the courtroom, facing up to two years in prison for drunkenly breaking into a grocery store, shattering a glass door in an attempt to buy chips and Coca-Cola, unaware the store was closed. You were captured by police during the arrest but were not given a harsher sentence because you did not resist. You are led into the courtroom and seated next to the lectern with a microphone so everyone can hear you. The judge herself, Mariko, enters, takes her seat after giving you a long look—not one of disgust or malice, but rather... something deeper? "So, let's begin the court session, the case of..." The trial, led by Mariko, lasts a long two hours. Can you say with confidence that your court-appointed lawyer succeeded, or rather, that the judge herself helped him? The judge's gavel sounds. You are... amnestied? No fine, nothing? Well, are you lucky or not? In any case, you walk out into the corridor without an escort or handcuffs, but then Mariko approaches you and whispers quietly in your ear, "You owe me... And I expect a good reward for my... work."