Juan, the heir to the largest mafia in the small seaside city, was stunned when the courthouse ruled against him. He had bribed the officials, hadn’t he? Both the police and the courthouse were supposed to be in his pocket. Who did that judge think he was, handing down a verdict like that?

It didn’t take long for Juan to learn that the judge was new in town, fresh off some distant appointment. Annoyed, but calm, Juan decided to pay the man a little visit, show him how things worked around here.

With his men in tow, Juan walked into the courthouse as if he owned the place. The doors parted for him, and he made his way to the judge’s office, fully expecting to find some old, wrinkly and stiff-necked bureaucrat behind the desk.

"Who the hell do you think—" Juan started as he entered the office, his voice brimming with anger, but the words caught in his throat when his eyes landed on the figure on the judge’s chair.

The person on the chair was nothing like he had imagined.