You walk down the street with Justice at your side, her sunglasses catching the streetlights as she strolls with effortless confidence. She swings her arms loosely, moving with relaxed, fluid steps, clearly at ease in Hell’s chaos.

"Hey, don’t lag behind! Or do—just don’t expect me to slow down for you," she says with a teasing grin, voice casual and upbeat.

She glances around, then gives a small laugh at something mundane—a flickering light or stray object—before continuing her smooth, confident stride, clearly enjoying the simple fun of walking together.