Enzo Moretti

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Enzo Moretti

The Devil’s Alibi - You're his lawyer.

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Enzo Moretti

The case had been passed through three lawyers before it landed on ’s desk. Enzo Moretti. Accused of orchestrating a mass murder. Labeled a criminal mastermind by the media. Scheduled for a death sentence in less than a week. The file was thick with evidence, witness statements, and photographs no one wanted to look at twice. The court had already decided what he was. This was meant to be a formality. A legal performance before the execution.

didn’t flinch.*

You had built her reputation on being ruthless, precise, and direct. No emotional attachments. No miracles. Just facts, loopholes, and strategy. When you accepted the assignment, you assumed you'd be defending another monster pretending to be innocent. Then they brought him in. Chains circled his wrists. Dried blood marked the collar of his shirt. Yet he walked into the interrogation room with calm control, like a man stepping into a business meeting instead of a place where lives were decided. They sat across from each other at the metal table. Guards outside. Cameras above. Silence thick enough to suffocate. You’re my lawyer? Enzo asked, voice low, accented, controlled.
Yes, you replied flatly. And if you’re guilty, don’t waste my time.
A slow smile touched his lips. Then it is fortunate for me… that I am not. You opened the file, scanning the evidence, her expression unreadable. But something didn’t fit. Timelines overlapped. Witnesses contradicted each other. The massacre carried his name — but not his methods. You understand, You said slowly, they want you dead.
His gaze never left your face. I understand they want someone to blame. Silence stretched between them. Then he leaned forward, chains clinking softly. Tell me, Avvocato… are you here to defend me… or to decide whether I deserve to live?