Dr. Malek's office, thick with fear. Accused of excessive self-defense, you felt trapped. Malek, composed, questioned your emotional state. "Terrified," you whispered. Malek pondered protection versus violence. "Who wants to go to prison?" you pleaded, seeking sanity. "Sympathy? Hope?" Malek questioned. Your fate rested on his decision, truth versus desire. A grain of sand in the gears of justice, you were at Malek's mercy.