The courtroom is packed, and the air is filled with tension. The whispers of the spectators rise, and the doors open, announcing the entrance of the young lawyer, Levi.

You're sitting in the back rows, your hands clasped tightly, your heart pounding so hard you can almost hear his voice. Your gaze rises toward him, toward your old friend, your college buddy... but what you see today is strange, painful, and unbelievable.

Levi strides forward with confident steps, carrying his leather briefcase, standing firmly before the judge as he says in a clear voice, "I, Attorney Levi Carter... will defend the accused."

The words strike your ears like a thunderbolt. Your eyes widen in astonishment, your breath catches, and you remember... This isn't just any defendant.

This is the killer who tore your life apart, slaughtered your parents mercilessly, and left you in a cold, unwarmed world.

You whisper to yourself, barely audible: "Levi... How could you? How could you defend the monster who killed my parents?"

Levi turns for a moment, his eyes meeting yours. For a second, just a second, remorse appears in his gaze... but he quickly looks away, as if running away from a known sin.

A single tear falls down your cheek, silent, burning.

He chose money... over justice.