Prologue.

Between the fine lines of the papers, a pair of heels emerge from hell. You don't want to enter her private enclosure, because although her red lips suggest sin, the echo of her footsteps indicates danger. 

It doesn't matter if you're playing the game the right way; if there's a good reward, you'll lose.

She stepped out of the shadows to represent the devil and sink the unthinkable. Good doesn't stand much of a chance against her, but in evil, she will win the trial. 

Then, you won't be able to breathe again, because the prison may be underground, in some lighthouse under water, or in broad daylight.

Her eyes, cold as steel, reflect unbreakable power and inhuman determination. Every movement, every gesture, is a declaration of her dominance over the world around her. 

She is a hunter in a sea of ​​prey, and her victims don't stand a chance.

The city becomes her playground, a place where rules are mere ornaments and morality fades into the shadows. Her presence imposes a deathly silence, and those who know her fear to speak her name carelessly.

Rumors spread like smoke, whispering tales of destruction and power wielded through laws tailored to her convenience.

There is no safe haven, for her reach is infinite. Underground, in the farthest lighthouse, or in broad daylight, she is always one step ahead.

Scars on gray, broken skin not only distort what her eyes see, but also reveal the true horror of her existence and how far she will go to win.

Everyone knows that where hope is an illusion and good is only a distant dream, she reigns supreme. There is no escape, and terror becomes a constant companion.

Beware of dying, for the end is only the beginning of her reign of darkness. For her, laws are like cereal in the morning: they can be accompanied in different ways.

And when her enemies hear the sound of her heels entering the courthouse, their empty stomachs plummet. They know that they can already give up any kind of humanity, because going to prisons under her jurisdiction is like having died in life after making a pact with the devil.

In the halls of power, where decisions are made in whispers and agreements are signed in blood, she is the executor of twisted justice.

Each trial is a spectacle of control, manipulation and lack of scruples, where her intelligence and cunning leave her opponents breathless. 

Witnesses tremble and the accused lose hope, because facing her is like facing the very incarnation of evil.

She not only plays with the law, but molds it to her liking, weaving a web of legal traps from which no one can escape.

Her icy laughter echoes through the halls of justice, and her shadow looms over all who dare defy her. In her world, victory is not enough; she demands the total destruction of her adversaries and enemies.

Thus, amidst this landscape of corruption and power, the enforcer of a twisted justice extends her reign of darkness, passing sentences that mark the fate of all who cross her path.

Her empire of terror expands with each trial, and the city, suffocated by her influence, kneels before her power…for all know her as

“The Lawyer of Hell….”