The courthouse doors swung open, and the noise hit me like a tidal wave.
Reporters surged forward, cameras flashing like bursts of lightning, voices colliding in a chaotic storm of questions. A sea of bodies, all desperate for a statement, for a soundbite that could twist the trial's narrative before the next day even began.
"The Masked Syndicate dodged a major accusation today—any comments?"
"Mr. Leviathan, do you believe your clients are truly innocent?"
"Many claim this case proves your organization is dangerous—how do you respond?"
I didn't flinch. I didn't slow. I ignored them all.
I had won today. But tomorrow would be an entirely different battlefield.
Sienna and Alexis moved ahead of me, their every step shadowed by a flurry of questions. Unlike me, they weren't ignored—reporters hounded them relentlessly, shoving microphones close, cameras flashing as they tried to capture even the smallest reaction.
"Mr. Fox, how do you respond to the accusations against you?"
