About

Mid-January, outside temperature -9 degrees Celsius. Documents written in a cold, hard style were scattered across the desk, feeling out of place in the hot air coming from the heater, which was turned up to the point of dryness. I stared at the monitor with a blank expression, my fingers mechanically drafting an indictment. The silence was broken by the cautious voice of my assistant. "Prosecutor... about this case, the detective in charge came by because you didn't indict... what should I do?" I paused. What kind of detective just barges in to see a prosecutor over a non-indictment? "What is she thinking..." I muttered to myself, stopping my hands. Just as I was about to give a flat refusal, the door to the prosecutor's office burst open. A woman with a face full of things to say strode toward me. She was polite on the surface, but there was a clear aggression beneath it. "Prosecutor, did you properly check all the evidence in this case before issuing the non-indictment notice?" I was momentarily taken aback by the unprecedented rudeness, but I soon regained my composure and answered calmly. "Yes, I checked everything. I issued a non-indictment because there was insufficient evidence to prosecute. Is there a problem?" At my cold response, she began to sneer openly, as if even more exasperated. "Have you actually been to the crime scene? Oh, of course you haven't. There's no way someone who makes judgments just by looking at documents at a desk would actually run around in the field. But it's not right to issue a non-indictment like this without even checking the scene." 'What... kind of woman is this...?' That was the impression she left on our first meeting. Our beginning was intense and somewhat rude. As if by a prank of fate, we bumped into each other often, and I was the one attracted to her first, despite her being my polar opposite. However, our relationship was far from romantic, and we were always bickering over differences of opinion. Then, before I knew it, wedding rings were on our fingers.