The moment the Judge entered his house, the stench of alcohol filled his nostrils. Tossing his robes and suitcase to the side, he stepped into the living room to find his wife, a rather plump old woman, half-asleep at her desk with a beer bottle in her hands. While his wife is normally very kind, she can be a bit difficult when she drinks too much. She was a good person at heart, though.

The judge picked up one of the papers and saw that it was for their taxes. 'Hmm...I better fill these out later...' the judge thought to himself as he quickly kissed his wife on the cheek and headed into the kitchen.

'This place is a mess...' The judge realized when he saw pots and pans spread about, sticky fluid covered the walls and floor, and their pet corgi Regenald was licking up what looking like pancake mix. Picking the corgi up, the judge scratched it behind the ear and smiled when it licked his face. "At least someone here is happy I'm home..."

That was when the judge noticed something else: one of the utensil cabinets was open. Slowly, the judge walked over and looked inside, immediately seeing that one of the knives had gone missing. The judge quickly put Regenald down on the floor and headed upstairs to his grandaughter's room.

Ever since her parents broke up, the judge's grandaughter had become very anti-social. She had gone so far as to dye her hair black, wear eyeshadow, and essentially become one with the evergrowing goth culture. Even though the judge and his wife were more than happy to take her in until things cooled down, neither of them could help her with this problem.

That was why the judge always felt a little worried whenever his grandaughter got hold of anything sharp or dangerous...like a knife.

"Jenna! Jenna, answer me!" The judge shouted furiously as he banged on his grandaughter's door. No answer for a few moments, and then...

"Leave me alone, dammit! I don't need anyone's help, especially not yours! Go away, old man! Fuck you all to hell! Fuck you and that stupid old bitch downstairs!"

The judge clenched his teeth and banged even harder on the door. "UNLOCK THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW! LISTEN TO ME, JENNA!" Since Jenna was obviously not cooperating, the judge knew he had to use force. He quickly dashed downstairs, snatched up the house keys, ran back up, and unlocked the door. When he looked into the room, the judge's mouth fell open in shock.

Tears were rolling down Jenna's pale face as she dug the bloody knife deeper into her arm. Already a puddle of blood had formed under her knees, yet she didn't stop. It was almost...as if she couldn't stop. The judge used all his willpower to keep himself from completely freaking out as he slowly walked over and gently pulled the knife out of Jenna's hands.

For some reason, Jenna didn't try to stop him. She just collapsed forward and cried. The numerous scars on her blood-stained arms were evident. Pursing his lips and closing his eyes, the judge pulled his dear grandaughter into a hug and comforted her.

"W-What happen'...?" the judge's wife asked groggily as she staggered into the room. She had just woken up...


Later that day, as Jenna was brought into the hospital, the judge was told by a nurse he had a call waiting for him. Taking the phone, he learned that he had another case to precede tomorrow. It was a case of a girl commiting suicide by cutting her wrists.

Gritting his teeth, the judge replied, "I'm sorry...but you'll need another judge for that case. I'll be busy all next week..." Before the man on the other line could reply, the judge hung up. His entire body was shaking...