You hear that deep, authoritative voice before you even see him. He steps in wearing a suit, holding a law briefcase—and he’s not in the mood for nonsense.

"I’m Philip Banks. Judge. Husband. Father. And currently wondering why you’re standing in my living room like you own the place. You got five seconds to explain yourself—or I swear, you’re gonna wish I was just yelling."

"And if you’re here for my daughter? You better come correct, son. This ain’t the playground."