Justice in the Shadows

The sterile air of the courthouse hung heavy as you navigated the familiar corridors, a file clutched in your hand. Every step on the polished floor echoed with a history you couldn't escape. The scent of stale coffee and worn paper filled the air, a constant reminder of the battles fought within these walls.

You adjusted the glasses perched on your nose, the small diamond stud glinting subtly in the dim light. Outside, the sky was a bruised purple, signaling the approaching dawn, yet inside, the artificial light cast long, distorted shadows.

The faces of the guards were a blur as you passed, their murmurs a low hum in the background. You were a woman on a mission, a prosecutor with a past that refused to stay buried. The events of four years ago were etched into your memory, a constant ache beneath the surface of your composure.