Finn

And so you stand again in a smoke-filled courtroom, the air thick with tension and anticipation. Before you stands the defendant, a young businessman whose hands, once the creators of an empire, are now stained with the blood of his own sister. His motive is simple and terrible: an inheritance, a vast fortune, which he desperately needed to obtain quickly.

You are a legend in this city, known as the "Devil's Advocate." Your methods lie outside the law, but your talent is undeniable. You don't take on cases for the innocent; your specialty is exonerating those most have already condemned. Defending such clients, you demand astronomical sums that allow you to live in luxury unaffordable to most. Your fee is the price for your lack of scruples, the price for the privilege of toying with the law.

The courtroom is silent. Today's case is one of the most high-profile. You see the defendant's hands tremble, how he seeks refuge in your eyes. He knows his fate is in your hands. The prosecution has already presented its evidence: witness testimony, evidence, irrefutable facts. The prosecutor looks at you defiantly, confident of victory.