It is time for you to kill him

It was a cold morning in February when the penthouse intercom buzzed.

A female lawyer stopped by to visit during a snowstorm. She wore a long coat covered in snowflakes while holding a leather briefcase. Her dark hair was pulled back in a neat bun, with just a few strands framing her face.

"I apologize for the sudden visit. We just received significant information from the opposing side and would like to discuss it with you in person," the middle-aged woman said to her client, the nineteen-year-old male with the teal hair.

"It's fine. Uh, would you like a drink?" Natsuo asked, trying to be polite to the person who had assisted him in his case against Izumi Yamasaki, the one who had tried to kill him twice.

"No, thank you," the lawyer said as she sat down at the glass table and pulled out a few documents from her briefcase. Natsuo sat opposite her and adjusted his wrinkled sweater nervously, trying to look more presentable.