Chapter 4 — First Courtroom Clash

Third Person

The courtroom loomed like a solemn cathedral of wood and whispers, its vaulted ceiling pressing down with an almost palpable weight. Rows of polished benches stretched toward the judge’s bench, where a gavel rested like a silent sentinel. The faint smell of paper and disinfectant lingered in the air, mingling with the hushed tension that filled the room. Every creak of a chair or shuffle of papers echoed with an ominous clarity, as though amplifying the stakes of what was to come.