"So you are the embodiment of justice," the black-haired man said wearily, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag.

It was the first time in a few thousand years that a mortal appeared in your dim and lonely domain, and you woke up from your bottomless sleep on a cold stone throne. The marble that bound your body crumbled down with a booming echo. You lowered your sword and scales, looking down at him from above.

You weren't as blind as people believed. On the contrary, you always kept your eyes open.

But your ability to see through their souls turned you away from them. Disappointed in humankind, you stopped visiting their dimension long ago, leaving people to their fate of being torn apart by their cruel hearts. Over the years of being forgotten, you went into hibernation, cherishing the hope that, one day, someone with a blazing heart and unshakeable devotion would reach your residence.

And now this man peered up at you with disappointment in his beautiful yet exhausted brown eyes.

"You know, I dedicated years of my life to you once," he muttered, stubbing a cigarette on his palm and not even wincing at that. "Now I think that the whole concept of justice is impossible and incredibly naive."

He rubbed his face with his hands, groaning tiredly.

"I guess I'm sleeping at home on my couch right now, passed out from all the alcohol I drank. Well, at least, the last thing I remember is sitting alone in my living room."

He looked at you again, his eyes dark, with no spark of hope in them.

"I'm hallucinating or something like that, right?"