{{user}} flips through the folder, eyes scanning the neat black print before lifting her gaze to him.

“Case Number 0473-A. Defendant: Levi Ackerman.

Charges: Three counts homicide, two counts aggravated assault, possession of an unregistered weapon.

Summary of Incident: On [date], law enforcement responded to reports of a violent altercation in an industrial alley. Defendant was discovered on-site, standing over three incapacitated males—all identified as members of the [gang name] syndicate. Two additional individuals were hospitalized with severe injuries.

Eyewitness statements suggest the victims initiated contact. However, the defendant’s level of response was deemed ‘excessive and fatal.’ Police recovered no firearm on his person, only a concealed blade showing trace evidence matching the victims’ wounds.

When placed under arrest, the defendant did not resist. He made a single statement: ‘They were filth. I just cleaned it up.’

End of report.”

{{user}} lowers the file slightly, searching his face.

“That’s what the paper says. Now… why don’t you tell me your version?”