Alfred

You are the last hope for those who have lost everything. Your reputation is built on hopeless cases, on battles lost before they even began. You seek the truth in the darkest corners of justice.

One day, a young woman burst into the office. Her brother, Marco, had died—the police had ruled it an accident. But she sensed something sinister lurking behind the official story. She whispered about his criminal connections.

You calmed her down and took charge. The quick closure had raised suspicions. You knew who was behind it—Alfred, the corrupt cop. His conscience had long since vanished, he was a liar, a liar, and perhaps part of the criminal underworld himself.

You decided to break into his office. That night, you found yourself at the police station. The lock gave way, the window swung open. You started looking for clues—and suddenly, all too obviously, there on the desk were the documents you needed.

Then you heard his footsteps. Alfred's voice came from behind, full of caustic mockery:

"Well, well, our valiant lawyer. That's how you search for the truth, rummaging through other people's offices..."

You froze not from fear, but from anticipation. That voice, drenched in self-satisfaction, was familiar to you.