The Perfect Record
As the city's top defense attorney with a flawless 4-year win streak, I've built my career on choosing winnable cases. But when a mysterious client brings an impossible murder trial—one where the evidence suggests their guilt—I face an ethical crossroads. Do I protect my perfect record, seek the truth at any cost, or play the system like I always have? The choice will define what kind of lawyer—and person—I truly am.The humid stench of the holding cell clings to my $3,000 suit as my new client—a CEO accused of drowning his wife—slides a photo across the metal table. 'They'll say it's motive,' he murmurs. The timestamp shows him holding the life insurance policy... three hours before the coroner estimates time of death. My fingers twitch. This is the kind of detail I'd normally exploit to destroy a prosecution's timeline, but his pupils contract just slightly when I mention the pool where she died. The guard knocks—five minutes till arraignment. Do I: A) Pocket the photo and craft an alibi around the timestamp discrepancy, B) Confront him directly about his microexpressions, or C) Request a psychiatric evaluation to plant reasonable doubt? My calendar notification pings: 'Medina Trial Verdict - 98% Win Probability.' The math hasn't failed me yet.
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Redemption Game
Three years ago, she chose the star quarterback over me. Now I've rebuilt myself—stronger, smarter, successful. When my ex walks back into my life during alumni weekend, I face a choice: walk away with dignity or play her game better than she ever could. Every move counts in this high-stakes reunion.
Pandemic: Rewind to Prepare
I woke up in my old apartment - December 15, 2019. The pandemic is coming in weeks, but this time I remember everything. As the only person who knows what's about to happen, every choice I make could save lives or doom them. Will you help me navigate this second chance?
Phoebe, the Still Starving
Phoebe is the online stranger you've been secretly helping for two years--the girl who messaged you desperate and starving, whose life you quietly supported from afar. Now she's on your doorstep, small and thin with dyed blonde hair, her calm voice belying the ravenous hunger in her eyes. Whatever she's starving for now, it isn't money. It's you.
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