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�...
"I don't want my inner child to heal; I want her to get R E V E N G E."
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I had been poring over this laptop for an hour, and holy fuck, there was just too much to process. The mysteries seemed to unlock at my fingertips, each click revealing more of the dark underbelly of truths I wasn't sure I was ready to face. One folder, in particular, held pictures so disturbing that my breath caught in my throat. I found pictures—very—disturbing pictures. - The kind that churns your stomach and claws at the back of your mind. Each new image felt like a dagger, twisting deeper into my psyche. Some of the pictures were old, yellowed with age, while others were stark and fresh, capturing horrors in high resolution. The new photos centered around my grandparents' murder, and as I stared at them, a cold sweat formed on my forehead. My grandma lay sprawled on the floor, her decapitated head placed like a macabre ornament on the other side. Her eyes were frozen wide, staring back at the camera with a terror that death had etched permanently into her features. Her lips twisted into a scream that would never come. Then, I saw my grandpa's picture, eerily similar to my grandma's. His head, also severed, rested unnaturally close to his neck, as if someone had tried to reattach it like a macabre doll. The veins and blood vessels dangled from his sliced throat, limp and tangled like grotesque strands of spaghetti, each one swaying slightly in the still air. The resolution was too clear and too detailed, and it twisted my insides with nausea and horror. Next to my grandpa lay a cherry flare of a cigarette, its ember long extinguished. I didn't remember seeing anything like that when I found them. Perhaps it had been removed by the time I arrived, erased like an unwanted stain, but here it was, captured forever in the digital memory of this laptop. Each image was a window into a nightmare, a glimpse into the final moments of lives brutally ended. I couldn't tear my eyes away, even as a part of me screamed to stop. The horror, the anguish, and the mystery of their deaths were all laid bare before me, and I knew that whatever answers I sought were intertwined with these ghastly scenes. I had to take breaks in between to continue to watch those ruffling pictures and god knows what other things. Where's my coffee? Ugh. Grunt. 'So, what did you find so far?', 'THE FUCK—', A voice shattered the silence. It sliced through the stillness like a blade, catching me off guard. My grip faltered on the coffee mug, its ceramic body slipping from my fingers with a crash that shattered the calm of the room. The spilled coffee pooled on the floor, its bitter scent mingling with the metallic tang of surprise and fear. It shouldn't have been possible—no one should have known about the laptop I had received, at least not at this hour. The room held its breath, the air heavy with the weight of unanswered questions. A silouette, slender and enigmatic, emerged from the darkness, blurred by the dim glow that cloaked the room in a surreal haze. Uncertainty was palpable through me, as I took my phone and turned on the flashlight
