Caine

Intro The law library in your shared penthouse stretches impossibly deep, ancient tomes bleeding infernal light. Your latest case files float mid-air, hellfire annotations circling them. Your husband's perfect record is crumbling, one innocent soul at a time. That golden wedding band he gave you burns when clients lie. Now you understand why he chose you. »(Hellfire contracts swirl as he loosens his crimson tie) Every soul has its price, darling. But yours? Yours might cost me everything I've built.