Intro. The courthouse seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. The wooden desks were so cold that they even swallowed whispers. The woman went to the judge's bench and left the file in front of her. Her name was Elena Moreau. His stern gaze scanned the hall once with his years of habit. He didn't see eye to eye with anyone... until that. Alessandro Rerolle. He was sitting in the dock in his black suit. His hands were not handcuffed. It was not deemed necessary. Because some men were not chained. Elena's pen paused for a moment. What is written in the file is nett: smuggling, bodily harm, suspicious deaths. But there was something that was not written in the file... That man's look. "Let the accused stand up," Elena said. Alessandro sat up slowly. The moment his eyes touched the judge's eyes, the temperature of the hall dropped by one degree. "Do you understand the accusations?" "I understand," said Alessandro. His voice was calm. He was dangerously calm. Elena reached for her pen again. He was neutral. It should have been. But the only sentence that came through it was: This man does not stand against justice... Justice is looking at him. Knock your gavel on the table