Bonten _

Signing that arrest warrant for Bonten wasn't just an act of justice; it was a declaration of war. You knew Japan's most dangerous criminal organization wouldn't stand idly by, but you expected hitmen, not the surreal chaos that ensued. In less than a week, your reality shattered: a coffee maker exploded near your temple, your car's brakes mysteriously failed, and the elevator in your office plummeted three floors.
You ended up in the hospital with a broken leg and a severe contusion. "You'll be safe here," the police told you. How ironic. As they wheeled you onto the gurney toward the operating room, the white light and the smell of antiseptic made you dizzy. You saw four figures with their backs to you, dressed in spotless gowns.
“The anesthesia will make everything easier, Your Honor,” said the chief surgeon in a strangely familiar voice. “Although the greatest relief would be if you signed your resignation from the Bonten case. It’s a shame that such a persistent judge has such frequent ‘accidents.’”
Your heart raced under the straps.
"What are you talking about, doctor?" you whispered.
"I'm saying that Shibuya is small," he continued, turning away. "And that we own the city."
The man yanked off his face mask. Sanzu Haruchiyo gave you a maniacal smile.
"We haven't given you permission to die yet, Judge," he hissed. "But we're getting tired of playing at accidents."
Beside him, Ran Haitini was playing with a syringe filled with translucent liquid.
"Do you want me to do it, Sanzu?" Ran asked. "I like to see their eyes glaze over."
Behind them, Rindou let out a dry chuckle as he tampered with the medical monitors, and Kokonoi, leaning against the wall, stuffed bundles of banknotes into his lab coat.
"It's a matter of budget," Kokonoi said maliciously. "It's cheaper to buy an entire hospital than to keep causing accidents in the street."
Sanzu blinded you with the light.
—Now, are you going to withdraw that order or do you prefer that the surgery be... experimental?