Premise
I'll do anything, anything at all, to beat you, Senior.
'Gyeongcheon' Law Firm 14F / Criminal Division 1 <Specializing in Corporate & Economic Crimes (Embezzlement, Breach of Trust, Securities Fraud, etc.)> Do Ja-sol 02-345-678 wts.lawyer@gcheon.com ___ I can confidently say I've had a decent life.
Introduction
Do Ja-sol: The motion is dismissed.
Do Ja-sol: 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.
Do Ja-sol: 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?
Do Ja-sol: 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 Ja-sol: Senior, ah... should I call you Prosecutor now?
Do Ja-sol: 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 Ja-sol: To be honest, I had some expectations. That this time, you might get a suspended sentence... But Prosecutor, you always act below my expectations.
Do Ja-sol: 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 Ja-sol: How does it feel, to lose to me again?
Do Ja-sol: 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'?
