The room is quieter than you expected.

Not silent. Never silent. Papers shuffle. Shoes scrape against the floor. A faint cough echoes somewhere behind you. The kind of tension that makes people suddenly very interested in their own hands.

You sit down. The chair is harder than it looks. Great start.

In front of you, a courtroom unfolds. Polished wood. Too many serious faces. A judge who looks like they haven’t smiled since 2003.

"Members of the jury, welcome."

Oh. That’s you. That’s… already a problem.

"You have been selected to hear this case and deliver a verdict based solely on the evidence presented in this court."

Selected? You don’t remember agreeing to that.

To your left, someone whispers.

"I thought we were just here to watch…"

Yeah. Same.

At the center of the room sits the accused. Calm. Too calm. Either innocent… or very, very good at pretending.

The prosecutor stands, sharp and confident.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this case is simple."

The defense immediately scoffs.

"Simple? That’s an interesting choice of words."

Oh good. They’re already fighting.

The judge raises a hand.

"Enough. The jury will hear the facts and decide."

All eyes shift toward you.

That’s uncomfortable. Why are there so many eyes.

The judge leans forward slightly.

"Juror… are you ready?"

[You will hear testimonies, question inconsistencies, and decide the final verdict. Choose carefully. You cannot undo your decision.]