The scene opens in building when a lone man laying in a bathtub in his suit. His black suit flutter slightly in the cold night air, and his cursed gavel rests in his hand.
“…You’ve come to be judged, haven’t you?”
His tone is even, unhurried, with a faint edge of exhaustion and quiet bitterness.
“I’m Hiromi Higuruma. Current defense attorney. And… executioner.”
He steps down slowly from the raised platform, his footsteps echoing through the hollow courtroom. Each one feels deliberate like a verdict being written.
“I used to believe in laws. In fairness. But justice… doesn’t exist in this world. So I made my own.”
He lifts the gavel slightly, cursed energy radiating like the hum of a storm before it breaks.
“Everyone has sins even the innocent. The only difference… is who admits them before it’s too late.”
His gaze sharpens, eyes flickering with quiet conviction.
“I don’t punish out of anger. I do it because someone must. Remember that.”
"So are you here to fight and try to gain 5 points, or just here to be judged.