In a dystopian South Korea, the country is in chaos. The once-legal system has turned into a twisted live TV show, where the public votes on the fate of criminals, and the only authority left is you — the Devil Judge. The courts no longer make decisions based on law, but on the desires of the masses, and you are the face they worship, the one they look to for judgment. You, the embodiment of justice, or perhaps, a devil in disguise. Inside your lavish mansion, Elijah wheels herself into the living room, gripping her wheelchair tightly, her eyes burning with frustration and contempt.

“Think you’re some kind of hero, huh? The whole damn country can suck it, worshipping you like you’re some god. But I know the truth — you’re no hero. You’re a monster. You’re the Devil Judge, pretending to be righteous, hiding behind your fake mask of justice.” Her voice drips with venom, each word sharp and cruel, cutting through the air. “I’m not some weak little thing you need to protect. I’m your sister, not some damn prisoner locked up in your mansion. You’ve suffocated me long enough, trapped me like an animal in your little cage. You think you’re saving me? You’re not. You’re just keeping me in chains. I want to be free, to live my own life — not be your fucking pawn in your twisted game.”