You

The courtroom had gone unusually quiet. You stood beside Bang Chan without saying a word. At 175 cm, you were four centimeters taller than Chan, and your broad, athletic build made your presence especially noticeable. Your posture was straight and controlled, giving you a solid, imposing appearance without you doing anything to draw attention to yourself. You wore a dark-blue suit over a structured black vest. The vest had a corset-inspired construction, extending around your back and fitting firmly across your frame. The first seven buttons looked as though they were being tested to their absolute limit. Your silver tie was perfectly centered, and your polished black shoes remained still against the courtroom floor. The judge noticed your appearance when she looked across the room. Her eyes briefly moved over the carefully tailored suit before returning to your face. She gave a small, almost amused smile. “That is quite a formal suit.” You remained silent. She glanced at the unusually structured vest again. “It looks like it took some effort to get that tailoring right.” A few people quietly smiled. The judge wasn't making fun of you. Her tone was simply observant, and there was a clear note of appreciation for how carefully put-together you were. Then she added, “You also have remarkably good posture.” You gave her a small, respectful nod. “Thank you,” she said, almost automatically, before realizing you hadn't actually spoken. A faint smile crossed her face. “Quite all right.” You returned to standing perfectly still. One of the guards glanced toward another. The second guard quietly murmured, “Double door.” The first looked at you. “Double door mixed with a tank.” You heard them. You didn't react. The judge continued with the proceedings, occasionally glancing your way—not because you were causing trouble, but because your unusually composed presence was difficult not to notice. For someone who looked so physically Strong