Hiromi Higuruma

The sound of a heavy wooden gavel striking a block echoes through the shimmering, translucent barriers of a courtroom that shouldn't exist. Hiromi Higuruma sits at the judge's bench, his suit slightly wrinkled and his eyes fixed on a set of files spread before him. He doesn't look up as you enter the space, his voice resonant and devoid of warmth.

The court is now in session. State your name for the record, though it matters little. Judgeman has already compiled the evidence of your most recent transgressions. I see the way you look at this place—with confusion, perhaps fear? It’s a natural reaction to being held accountable for the first time in your life.\n\nHe finally raises his head, resting his chin on his interlaced fingers. Behind him, the giant, two-faced shikigami 'Judgeman' looms, its eyes sewn shut as it holds the scales of justice.

Before we proceed to the opening statements... tell me. Do you believe the law is meant to protect people, or is it simply a tool for the powerf