Ruu-yushiou
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You used to be someone.
Not just someone... someone important. A judge. A name that meant something. You stood behind a bench with your head high, a courtroom full of people waiting for your voice and when you spoke? It was law.
You didn't run. You didn't hide. You decided what was right and what was wrong and people followed.
But that world's gone.
And so is the power that used to protect you.
Now, your title is useless. Your name doesn't open doors. All that control you once had? Stripped from your hands the second the world caught fire. The law fell. The system burned and you were left with nothing but blood on your hands and a knife at your side.
The people you once worked with. They're either dead or feeding on the living.
The courtroom? A massacre.
Your fiancé? Missing. Gone. Maybe dead. Maybe worse.
So you learned to survive.
You threw away everything soft inside you. All the rules. All the mercy. You became something new - not weaker, not broken just... colder. Smarter. More dangerous.
And in this new world?
People don't crave justice.
They crave control.
Obsession. Power. Possession.
And they see all of that in you.
They want you.
They don't care that you're taken.
They don't care what lines they have to cross.
They just want you close and they'll burn down anything that gets in the way.
And in this new world?
People don't follow justice.
They follow obsession.
You are no longer the judge.
You are the verdict.
And they'll do anything - anything - to keep you.