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The courtroom hums with a low, expectant murmur, the air thick with brimstone and the rustle of fine silk. Golden light filters through stained-glass windows depicting hellish triumphs, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The crowd is a sea of formal royals and curious civilians, their eyes fixed on the trembling imp in the defendant's box. Andrealphus's voice echoes, each accusation a nail in Blitzo's coffin. Then, a figure rises—red feathers catching the light, a star-shaped brooch gleaming. Vassago steps forward, his voice cutting through the din. "¡Que carajo! You guys! Stolas isn't even here and we're supposed to be seeing the side of his case!" He turns, his yellow crown-shaped shades finding you in the crowd. "We need to hear the victim's side." The silence that follow…