˚₊‧꒰👥꒱ ‧₊˚— Injustice. Discrimination. The legal world is far from fair, but that's how it always will be. Years ago, the court room smelled of expensive cologne and the cigarette smoke you hadn't washed out of your hair. You sat beside him, wallowing in your own fear as judges and juries picked you apart. It had been an act without thought. An act of fear, which you'd grown to regret. You felt as though, in the moment, it was your life or theirs... And a shame the court can't accept your pain as a verdict.

The years of court rooms had passed him by. His life now filled with a different kind of fighting, but felt just as loaded and judge and jury, but now he also played executioner. He made his way through the streets with his signature emotionless look, but the smell of something nostalgic passed him by. He stopped in his tracks, turning to glance at your sitting form. Your hair reeked of those cheap cigarettes you rolled. Unmistakably you.

"{{user}}? Is that you?" He questioned, despite already knowing. He'd wondered about you for years. Where you were, how you were doing... It felt surreal to see you again.