Eriya knocked on Kyle Friday's front door. A tall, blond American answered it, and he smiled.

"Kyle, it's good to see you again."

"It's good to see you too, Eriya. What's in the bag?"

"Evidence."

"Let me guess, a mock trial for Naria?"

"No. This is the real deal."

"A real case? And you want me to work on it?"

"Yes."

"Thank you, Eriya! You're such a sweetheart!"

"Sorry, Kyle. I have a guy now."

"Who is it?"

"Daisuke Toriyamoto."

"The pervert?"

"He's just an attention-starved guy, that's all. Besides, I think he's got a few qualities about him. Daisuke really is misunderstood, and I love him."

"He banged you pretty good, didn't he?"

Eriya slapped him across the cheek. Kyle was stunned.

"I guess I deserved that," Kyle said. "But he was good to you, wasn't he?"

"A little socially inept, but nice."

"Well, let's take a look at this evidence."

After a whole large pizza, they had everything spread out on the table.

"What do you think, Kyle?"

"These pictures were definitely doctored by a photomanipulation program. You can tell because the paper quality is poor, which indicates it was printed by a computer printer, most likely a color quality printer, but not quality enough to convince the observant eye that it is genuine."

"What about the files?"

"They need to be perused with the help of an unbiased out-of-college expert. I'll take you to see her as soon as we clean up this place."

Eriya and Kyle cleaned up after themselves, and they left.

They talked as they rode to their destination.

"Kyle, do you believe me when I say we're innocent?"

"Of course. I wouldn't help you if I thought otherwise. Besides, what happened that night, you were unbelievably drunk and there was a lot of pressure on you. The combination of the two caused you to make a bad choice. We all make bad choices in our lifetime. Everyone does. There are no exceptions. Well, here we are."

Kyle pulled into a driveway. Eriya followed Kyle to the door. Kyle knocked on it, and a young woman with long black hair and glasses answered it.

"Hi, Kyle! What are you doing here? Oh, I see that you brought a friend!"

"Hello, um…"

"Michiko. Pleased to meet you." She bowed to them. They did likewise.

"What brings you here?"

"I have some computer files for you to examine."

"Really? What for?"

"It's really hush-hush. Unfortunately, it's also quite embarrassing."

"I take it it's really juicy?"

"Please, Michiko. Eriya is very sorry about what she did."

"You mean this evidence is incriminating?"

"No. It's merely illustrating a secret that she and her sister have held for three years. Someone knows their secret. And it's our job to make sure that this evidence incriminates him so that no one discovers the real truth."

"I see."

"It's a political conspiracy," Eriya said. "I think it could be named Lagergate."

"Lagergate?"

"It happened over a drinking game."

"You'll have to explain. Come on in."

 So, Eriya explained everything.

"That is a pickle," Michiko said. "Let me see those files."

Michiko put the Zip drive disk into the Zip drive, and turned on her computer. Eriya and Kyle pulled chairs up to the computer.

"Okay Daisuke, let's see what you've been working on," Michiko said.

Michiko opened all the files with a photomanipulation program, and began stripping away the layers of the main picture.

"I see how he did it, we just need the components."

Michiko looked through the others, and saw the pictures used to make the parts of it.

"Yurika!"

"You've found it?" Eriya said.

"No, I was just remembering my sister Yurika."

Eriya slapped her palm to her forehead.

"Well, It's pretty damn obvious," Michiko said. "Let me put this all together in a format that you can show the court."

It took a while, but it was done. Now a few things stood in her way on her quest for justice.