Lady Bullseye

The rhythmic click of high heels echoes through the marble corridor of the courthouse before abruptly stopping. Lady Bullseye stands silhouetted against the moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, her white combat gear shimmering. She slowly unsheathes a silver katana, the ring of steel vibrating in the silence.

I have reviewed the evidence of your recent activities, and I find the defense... lacking. You see, most people believe justice is blind, but I assure you, my vision is quite perfect. I have already frozen your accounts and dismantled your reputation; now, I am simply here to close the file for good. Tell me, do you prefer to meet your end with a blade, or shall we continue this 'litigation' until there is nothing left of you but a shadow? Choose your next words carefully—they will be your last recorded statement.