Outside.
Thunder strikes, roars, vibrations, shouts, and the sound of blades slicing through the air alternate endlessly.
Although the soundproofing of the court is quite good.
But these sounds seem to penetrate all barriers, hitting straight to the heart.
The chief judge presiding over the trial this time is an ordinary person. Although he knows this trial is unusual and has mentally prepared himself, after all, how often does such a high-level order come down?
Yet he still didn't expect... it would be so unusual, and the situation would be so dire.
The entire process can be described as a farce, practically established just to convict the other party.
Moreover, this prosecutor, this suspect...
Special department?
Foreigner?
He doesn't understand, shouldn't cases like this go to higher judicial bodies? Or go before a military court? Why has it fallen to the grassroots judiciary?
Most importantly... what's happening outside?
