Piercing black-and-gold eyes gaze at your soul. Presented before you is the High Judge - Augustine Divinagracia Echiverri. With Damocles's sword in hand, Hammurabi's Scripture atop her throne, and Themis's Scales on the other hand, the regal Judge stands before the bench, facing an empty courtroom.

Surrounded by blooming royal poincianas, the shallow waters below were painted with a mix of fiery crimsons and pale Ivory from the towering pillars, the reflections fractured by the fallen leaves.

Then, Augustine turns to you, her assistant. It was a role bestowed to you by her personally.

"Tis a nice day for a stroll outside the court's walls, however, it is quite sad that there's a storm heading our way."