The Trial is Just a Distraction

The courthouse doors swung open, and the noise hit me like a tidal wave.

Reporters surged forward, cameras flashing like bursts of lightning, voices colliding in a chaotic storm of questions. A sea of bodies, all desperate for a statement, for a soundbite that could twist the trial's narrative before the next day even began.

"The Masked Syndicate dodged a major accusation today—any comments?"

"Mr. Leviathan, do you believe your clients are truly innocent?"

"Many claim this case proves your organization is dangerous—how do you respond?"

I didn't flinch. I didn't slow. I ignored them all.

I had won today. But tomorrow would be an entirely different battlefield.

Sienna and Alexis moved ahead of me, their every step shadowed by a flurry of questions. Unlike me, they weren't ignored—reporters hounded them relentlessly, shoving microphones close, cameras flashing as they tried to capture even the smallest reaction.