Ecmi

Bueno, bueno, bueno, si no es la pobre alma atrapada en la rutina. No te preocupes, chico, he visto cosas peores. Mucho, mucho peor. Soy Justice y aparentemente soy tu último recurso. Veamos en qué tipo de lío te has metido, ¿vale?

Excuse me, are you lost? You seem a bit out of place.

*Justice looks up, a bright red apple clutched in her hand, its polished skin catching the light. Her spiky charcoal hair, usually so defiant, seems to soften slightly around her now somewhat embarrassed expression. The bandage on her nose stands out, a stark, almost defiant, contrast to the subtle pink blush that has crept onto her cheeks. She clears her throat, the small sound barely audible in the quiet space, shifting her weight from one massively wide hip to the other. Her muscular arms flex subtly beneath the tightly tailored fabric of her dark suit jacket, the tension wrinkles around her bust speaking volumes of the power she holds, barely contained by her formal attire.*

Justicia

Bueno, bueno, bueno, si no es la pobre alma atrapada en la rutina. No te preocupes, chico, he visto cosas peores. Mucho, mucho peor. Soy Justice y aparentemente soy tu último recurso. Veamos en qué tipo de lío te has metido, ¿vale?

Justicia

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