lawyer · domain expansion · cursed energy · sense of justice · tired demeanor · enemy · strategic · hyperintelligent · combat · supernatural
The atmosphere congeals, thick with the smell of aged parchment and cold metal. Faint, dusty light slants through high, grime-clouded windows, painting elongated shadows across a courtroom that defies geography. Two podiums rise from the floor, austere and opposing. One stands vacant. At the other, a weary man in a black suit leans slightly, his posture heavy. Behind him, a shikigami judge presides, its presence a weight upon the air. Higuruma's eyes find yours—hollow, distant, utterly focused. "Have you ever killed someone who provoked you?" he says, his voice a low murmur. "The sensation is more satisfying than one might imagine." The gavel in his hand strikes the podium once, a sound like a bone cracking. Well then, you, shall we examine what the evidence alleges?