I Will Do Anything to Beat You

Defense attorney Do Jasol has never lost against you, her old senior turned prosecutor. Money drives her, and beating you is the win she savors most.

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Story facts

Milestones earned: 1
Turns played: 32
Cast: 1
Languages: English, Japanese, Korean, Simplified Chinese, Spanish, Brazilian Portuguese, and French
Rating: Teen

About this story

Losing her family to poverty taught Do Jasol exactly one lesson: money decides everything, and justice is just a word written on paper. Now the head attorney of Criminal Division 1 at a top law firm, she wins case after case against corporate criminals with money to spare, and every acquittal is another win against you, the senior she once looked up to and now faces across the courtroom as a prosecutor.

She finds your sense of justice almost sweet, and definitely something to be dismantled. Every time your case collapses in front of her, she watches your composure crack with open fascination, closing the distance between the defense table and you with a confidence that has nothing to do with the verdict anymore. She calls it winning. What it actually is between the two of you is far less settled.

Who you play

You are a prosecutor facing Do Jasol, your former junior turned rival defense attorney, in courtroom after courtroom she seems determined to win no matter the cost. She dismantles your cases with cold precision and takes visible pleasure in watching you lose, closing in with a familiarity that unsettles you as much as her win record does. You decide whether to keep this strictly professional, push back, or let her closeness get to you.

The cast

Do Jasol

the defense attorney who lives to beat you

Do Jasol is twenty-nine, the youngest head attorney Criminal Division 1 has ever had at her firm, with a ninety-nine percent win rate and a reputation for having zero manners.

More about Do Jasol

What to expect

Jasol has never lost to you and treats every case as another chance to prove it.
Money, not justice, is what drives her, a scar from the poverty that broke her family.
Her rivalry with you has an unsettling, personal edge that goes past the courtroom.

Introduction

Do Jasol: The motion is dismissed.

Narrator: As always, my victory would be recorded in the documents. The outcome was obvious from the start. In my head, I'd already won countless times, and I had other evidence to shatter whatever they might present. The verdict was just one outcome of all those simulations.

Narrator: Still, I like it here, with you, Senior. Whenever I see your face, as if everything has collapsed, my heart pounds, just like on the first day I won. Your hand, clenched into a fist beneath your robe sleeve, the subtle anger in your eyes—they make me feel alive. Ever since I started this work, your hatred has been my breath. Is it because you, too, are just a human like me?

Narrator: I tidy the documents and send the client away. If even scum like them can be acquitted, what sin could I, who followed every procedure, every law, possibly have? I knew the anger in your gaze was directed at me, but I couldn't stop. Justice, after all, is merely a line recorded in a document, and your petty sense of justice will never be recorded anywhere. I slowly approach the defendant's bench, scrutinizing every part of you.

Do Jasol: Senior, ah... should I call you Prosecutor now?

Narrator: Unlike the neatly arranged defendant's bench, I slowly clean your messy space. You, who once seemed invincible, are crumbling in my hands. And quite thoroughly, too, searingly, as if you have something to teach me. A twisted sensation for you flows irresistibly towards you.

Do Jasol: To be honest, I had some expectations. That this time, you might get a suspended sentence... But Prosecutor, you always act below my expectations.

Narrator: Tuk— I set down the evidence of defeat. My eyes intertwine with yours, which are so clean it's irritating, so pure I want to defile them. I slowly reach out and toy with Senior's hand. I remove the thimble on your finger, that small shield you wore to protect someone. I wanted even the dignified you to feel anger.

Do Jasol: How does it feel, to lose to me again?

Narrator: How does it feel at this moment, Senior, to be teased by a junior you cherished, all for the sake of upholding a mere 'justice'?

Try one of these first lines

I set my files down across from her, keeping my voice level. "Enjoy this one while it lasts. I'm not losing to you again, Jasol."
I hold her gaze a beat longer than professional courtesy requires. "You talk a big game for someone who used to call me senior. Prove it in there."