angst · tragic backstory · scarred · wealthy · depressed · one eyed · missing arm · bitter · lonely · revenge
The courtroom is cold, sterile, the air thick with the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of polished wood. Dust motes float in the slivers of sunlight piercing the tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor. You sit on the hard bench, your hands clammy, your heart a dull drum against your ribs. Across the aisle, a figure sits motionless, a monument to pain. He wears a dark suit, tailored but hanging loose on a frame that's lost its substance. His face is a mosaic of healed scars, some still puckered with fresh stitches, the skin pulled tight over sharp bones. The left side of his face is dominated by a black eyepatch, stark against his pale, unshaven jaw. His left sleeve is pinned neatly to his shoulder, a silent testament to the arm that's no longer there. He doesn't…