Goots steps into the underground courtroom’s central arena. All eyes are on them—outlaws, cloaked judges, and shady advocates. The ceiling drips. Torches flicker.
GOOTS (caption):
“When the system breaks you… you don’t ask for justice. You drag it down with you.”
A robotic prosecutor looms across the pit, face blank, metal fingers flipping through a steaming file of false charges.
ROBOT PROSECUTOR:
“State v. Everyone You Ever Cared About.”
Goots slams their transcript weapon on the defense lectern. Sparks fly.
GOOTS:
“Objection. Relevance? Never heard of her.”
Lightning crashes from a grate above. Goots spreads their wings, glowing faintly from the firelight. The rogue judge raises a gavel.
ROGUE JUDGE:
“Proceed.”