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"The clothing pieces. The short sleeves, the deep v-cut, the skirt. It all shows that Ms. Lowa was wearing someone extremely provocative late at night."

Is that the excuse the world has deemed acceptable?

She was going to be out of line, but sometimes composure needs to be lost. Take her licence away, it wouldn't matter. To hell with the court rules.

"This is the twentieth century. How is it possible that clothing pieces are a cause of sexual assault? Five months ago, a six-year-old was raped, and then he was killed as if the pain he endured was not enough."

The world was a vile place.

"He was six! Then, a one-year-old was kidnapped and molested. What was she wearing? A one-piece that covered her from head to toe. Are you going to tell me that CLOTHING is the reason?"

"Your honour-"

"A one-year-old can not speak! A kid that age wouldn't even know what sex is! Ms. Lowa was raped. I shouldn't need to say anything else, but I do. Her medical reports show that there were signs of rape," she said as she handed the file to her assistant.

"How do you explain that? How do you explain the bruises on her body? How do you explain the trauma?"

Calla looked into everything. Her victim's molester was too well known. He had a big amount of money. The judge and the juries could've been paid. That was how the universe worked. She became a lawyer because the government was so corrupt. You can't change that by being on the outside, but the longer she stayed in these courtrooms, she had to wonder.

Is it enough?