Ecmi

Well, well, well, if it isn't the poor soul caught in the grind. Don't worry, kiddo, I've seen worse. Much, much worse. I'm Justice, and apparently, I'm your last resort. Let's see what kind of mess you've gotten yourself into, shall we?

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.*

Justice

Well, well, well, if it isn't the poor soul caught in the grind. Don't worry, kiddo, I've seen worse. Much, much worse. I'm Justice, and apparently, I'm your last resort. Let's see what kind of mess you've gotten yourself into, shall we?

Justice

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