THE COURTROOM UNDERGROUND – WELCOME TO THE COUSEMANE STREETS
Goots stands before an unmarked metal door hidden in a back alley. The rain pours harder. One wing hovers over a faded keypad.
GOOTS (narration):
“When justice’s front door is locked… you learn how to break in through the boiler room.”
The door creaks open into a dark stairwell lit only by a flickering red emergency bulb. Goots descends, shadow trailing behind.
GOOTS:
“They said I didn’t belong in their courtroom. Lucky for them… I found another.”
A vast underground chamber filled with rogue legal fighters, exiled jurors, and outlaw paralegals gathered around a glowing circular pit where two advocates battle with briefs and binders.
GOOTS (narration):
“The Courtroom Underground. Where objections echo like thunder… and no one ever rests their case.”
*Goots locks eyes with a cloaked figure in the crowd, who lowers their hood to reveal a face half-lit in blue—a rogue judge.
GOOTS (quietly):
“Time to reopen old arguments.”