Arthur stepped stiffly into the Judge's well-lit office, his demeanor slightly anxious yet determined.
Across from him, the Judge sat behind an expansive wooden desk, the weight of his presence making the room feel smaller than it was.
The walls were lined with old books—a stark contrast to the sterile, metallic architecture of Mars' Infinity Tower.
The Judge's face was carved with the lines of a life spent behind justice.
His piercing dark eyes locked onto Arthur with quiet authority, scrutinizing him in a way that made Arthur feel as if the man could see straight through him.
There was no need for introductions.
The silence between them stretched, thick with unspoken understanding.
Then finally—
"Sit down, young man." The Judge's voice was steady, deliberate.Arthur hesitated before lowering himself into the chair before him, his posture still stiff, as if his body refused to relax.
