The officers dragged him down the aisle. His polished shoes scraped loudly against the marble floor. He kept screaming obscenities, hurling violent threats at Seo-Young, at me, at the judge, until the heavy oak doors finally slammed shut behind him, cutting off his frantic voice.The courtroom fell into a deafening, ringing silence.I let out a long, slow breath. The adrenaline holding my body upright began to recede, leaving me with shaking hands and a burning ache in my chest.I looked over at the defense table.Attorney Lee Jae-Hyun was sitting completely still. He slowly reached forward and clicked his leather briefcase shut. He didn't look angry. He looked like a man who had just watched his career go up in flames. Titan Law had spent hundreds of millions of won building an impenetrable defense, and I had bypassed it simply by handing the monster a microphone and letting him speak.Judge Baek slowly sat back down. She adjusted her glasses with a trembling hand. She looked at the

I looked down at the scattered emails. The financial numbers printed in bold black ink were staggering. Billions of won in canceled contracts."We are bleeding out," Choi snarled, standing up from his chair. He paced behind the table, his expensive shoes sinking silently into the carpet. "You made us look like radical zealots. Our entire business model relies on protecting these companies, and you just broadcasted to the entire country that Haneul & Partners will drag their executives through the mud to score points with the working class.""Kim Tae-Joon assaulted a junior employee and tried to frame her with a deepfake audio recording," I countered, my voice hardening. "Titan Law actively funded his defense. Are we supposed to look the other way simply because his father signs the checks?""Yes!" Choi roared, his face turning entirely purple. He pointed a trembling finger at me. "Yes, Tae-Rin! Because that is how the world functions! We do not pick fights with Titan Law. We do not ch

Mrs. Choi let out a bitter, broken laugh. "The police won't even return my calls. Park Si-Hoon is the son of Assemblyman Park. The Chairman of the National Education Committee."The name sent a sharp chill down my spine. Assemblyman Park was one of the most powerful politicians in Seoul. He controlled the zoning and municipal development permits for half the city. He was a man who regularly dined with the senior partners of Titan Law."The school told me it was an accident," she continued, her voice trembling with helpless fury. "They called me on Tuesday and said Hyun-Woo tripped down the stairs. They said he was clumsy. They handed me his bloody jacket in a plastic bag and told me to be thankful they were paying his ambulance fee."I looked down at the blood-stained jacket resting on my lap. I looked at the shattered jaw of the boy lying in the bed. You do not get bilateral forearm fractures and defensive bruising from a simple tumble down a flight of stairs. You get them by raising

I turned and walked out of the office, the two large men trailing mere inches behind my shoulders.We moved down the immaculate, polished marble hallway of the academy's main wing. The walls were lined with expensive glass trophy cases and pristine, navy-blue lockers. The scent of floor wax and wealth hung heavy in the air.As we approached the end of the corridor, I saw the heavy, red-painted fire doors.Stairwell B.The exact location where Choi Hyun-Woo had been cornered, beaten, and left broken on the floor."Keep moving straight," the guard behind me growled, stepping closer to nudge my back.I dug my heels into the polished marble, stopping entirely just ten feet from the fire doors. I needed to see the space. I needed to understand the geography of the lie."Just taking a look," I said, keeping my posture relaxed, though every muscle in my body was coiled tight.I scanned the ceiling. Mounted directly above the center of the stairwell landing was a massive, high-definition dome

Sung-Min swallowed hard, grabbed his headphones, and pulled them over his ears. His fingers became a blur.The wait was a slow, crushing weight.I sat on the hard plastic stool, staring at the lines of green code scrolling endlessly across the black monitor. My clothes were damp. The chill from the rain had settled deep into my bones. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Choi Hyun-Woo lying in that sterile hospital bed, staring blindly at the ceiling, his jaw wired shut.I saw his mother weeping into her calloused hands.Assemblyman Park had shattered a family simply because they were poor and his son was bored. He had used his power to erase the crime, leaving a traumatized teenager to take the blame.The clock on the wall ticked forward.6:00 AM. 7:30 AM. 8:45 AM.I gripped my knees, the anxiety burning in my stomach. The trial was starting. If I walked into that courtroom without this video, Prosecutor Han Do-Woon would rip Hyun-Woo’s mother apart on the stand, and the case would be