The next morning, John was trying to bury his anxiety in piles of legal paperwork. He sat in his office examining a new case of a man accused of financial fraud.
He tried to convince himself that what happened yesterday was just a coincidence... The city is full of violence, and crime is common.
He entered the hall again, and, as usual, turned the case in favour of his client with convincing arguments. He left the court to the court, and everyone looks at him with admiration.
But in the evening...
Breaking news: Another man was killed under mysterious circumstances. Authorities confirm that he was one of the complainants in yesterday's case."
John froze in front of the screen. His hands trembled as he held the coffee cup. Now it's no longer just a coincidence... Someone kills everyone who stands in front of the court.
But the terrifying question that began to form in his mind:
Who is this person? Why does it leave a trace?
John began to notice something strange. Sometimes, when he looks in the mirror, he sees in his features something that is not like him. A faint smile, a wild look... as if the face in the mirror is not his face.
He was walking away quickly, convincing himself that it was just exhausting.
At night, he woke up from his sleep on strong knocks in his chest. He got up, panting, to find his hands dirty with dark drops.
He opened the lamp in panic... but he didn't see anything.
"Did I dream?" He whispered to himself.
With every day, crimes are repeated. Everyone who stands against John in court shows a dead body in the news.
The police are confused, the press is talking about a "mysterious killer who hunts criminals," and people are starting to see John as a hero who saves justice even out of court.
But John himself... no longer knows if he is innocent or accused.
Inside him, a strange voice whispers to him:
"You don't just defend them, John... you judge them.