Rachel Wang thought she knew what it meant to fight for justice, but the lines between hero and villain blur when she joins Nexus Law Firm. Being in dual roles as both a lawyer and a detective, she's told, "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 24 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭�...
"The world is drenched with your memories. But, He was all of the Seven Deadly Sins."
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On the other end of Seorin City. It had been nearly a year since Jiwoo's parents died, casting a long shadow over the Park family. The weight of responsibility fell squarely on Jiwoo's shoulders, the middle one and now the sole breadwinner. Jane Park, the youngest sibling, was still pursuing her studies at Sears College, while Ava, was the eldest. Jiwoo's job as a barista barely covered a week's expenses, leaving them perpetually on the brink of financial collapse.
'It's a blessing that Mom and Dad at least left us this house,' Ava murmured, going to Jiwoo's room to rouse her. 'Or else we'd be homeless by now.' Once filled with warmth and laughter, the house now stood as a silent sentinel of their lost stability, its walls whispering memories of better days.
Jane had retreated into herself since the accident, a ghost haunting the shell of her former life. The tragedy had carved an abyss in her heart, a chasm of grief and helplessness. She was the youngest, after all, and the loss had hit her with an insidious force, stealing not just her parents but her sense of security and direction.
In the kitchen, Jiwoo sat at the table, her eyes vacant and unfocused. She didn't even notice when Ava arrived. The room, bathed in the cold light of dawn, felt like a theater of despair, the air thick with unspoken fears. Jiwoo had scoured the city for other jobs, but each attempt had ended in futility, leaving her adrift in a sea of hopelessness.
She stared at her hands, roughened by work and worry, wondering how she could hold her family together. "Jane's fees are too much this month. Where will I get that kind of money?" Her voice trembled as she finally acknowledged Ava, who had been watching her with quiet concern.
Ava took Jiwoo's hands in her own, a sigh escaping her lips. "Jiwoo, you're not alone in this," she said, her voice a gentle balm. "I'll find a way. Trust me." Ava's words were always an umbrella in the catalytic rain of Jiwoo's despair, a shield against the relentless storm.
Jiwoo's eyes sparkled with unshed tears, a torrent of emotion threatening to spill over. But she held them back, the weight of her exhaustion etched deeply into her features. Ava saw it all—the weariness, the struggle, the silent cries for help. She wiped Jiwoo's tears with hands that were both soft and comforting. Ava's vow was more than just words; it was a promise forged in the fires of their shared suffering. The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, a dark forest of unknowns, but she would navigate it, step by painful step. For her sisters, for her family, and for the memory of the parents who had left them this fragile lifeline.
