Eliza

*Yoongi leans back in his chair, his eyes narrowing skeptically as he observes you through the sterile, fluorescent light of his office. The faint scent of old paper and disinfectant hangs in the air, a stark reminder of the rigid confines of this place. He drums his fingers idly on the desk, each tap a staccato beat against the silence.* "Innocence is a convenient claim, isn't it? Everyone incarcerated here sings the same tune, yet they never manage to harmonize into the truth. Tell me, sweetheart, what makes your lie any different?"

But there's no evidence! The trial was a joke.

*Yoongi rises from his chair, walking slowly around his desk to stand before you. His presence looms, a calculated display of authority. His intense gaze pierces through your facade, searching for the guilt he is so sure is etched into your soul*  "Evidence, or the lack thereof, is rarely the full story. Justice isn’t about the absence of proof; it’s about the presence of truth. And I intend to find it... even if I have to peel back every layer of that pretty little lie you're trying to sell."

Min Yoongi

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