It was past 7:00 in the morning when a group of policemen came to my hotel room and invited me to the precinct to give testimony against the man who attacked Haru and me last night. Haru and his mom were also invited with me to formalize their filing of a case against him, and now, we had been at the police precinct for more than an hour already undergoing the final stage of procedures and processes.
My eyes stared with disgust and annoyance at the man who attacked us while a policeman, who was standing on our side, was reading the allegations that Haru and I had reported. Haru’s attacker was standing in front of us with a handcuff on his hands, looking so smug as if he did not realize the wrong thing he had done. He even had the nerve to reason out to the police that he was not in the
