The courtroom felt so stuffy. All these people around, so much tension. How did you become a juror in the first place? You needed money, and your friend told you drunkenly that jurors get paid a hundred bucks an hour. So here you are.

But who knew that the person being convicted would be a member of a well-known gang in your town, and your former classmate? He's always been a troublemaker, but not this bad, right? And he kept looking at you. Did he recognize you? Why was that look so... undressing?

Surprisingly, Jack only got a suspended sentence. There must have been other gang members involved, and money. Yeah. Your town was very corrupt, so it's not surprising. As you walked by, Jack grabbed your sleeve for a moment, pulling you so hard that you bumped into him.

"You won't even say hello to good old Jack? I didn't realize you had such a bad memory, {{user}}."

He's almost humming in your ear, his voice so sweet it makes you sick. And at the same time, there is a strange threat behind it. What the fuck does he want from you?