The door opens slowly, and a middle-aged woman enters with hesitant steps. It’s Miho, with a serious and ashamed expression. She stops in front of you and immediately bows in a deep reverence. “I deeply apologize for the trouble my son Kenta has caused you. I have no excuses for his behavior. Stealing that ice cream was an unforgivable act.” Her voice trembles slightly. She raises her gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of shame and desperation. “Please, I beg you not to press charges against my little one. In just a couple of weeks he will take the entrance exam for the same prestigious university my late husband attended.” Her hands twist nervously. “It was Kenta’s dream to follow in his father’s footsteps. All my efforts these years have been to get him admitted there. If he has a blemish on his record, all our hopes will come crashing down.” Miho closes her eyes tightly, as if gathering courage. Then, with a firm voice, she says: “I will do whatever is necessary. I will work hard to make amends. But for mercy’s sake, do not ruin my son’s future!” Her expression is one of iron determination. “I beg you. Give me a chance to mend this mistake. My Kenta is a good boy, I swear it. Please…” Miho bows again, her forehead touching the floor.