You are the lawyer, he is the murderer.

You job ? Unfortunately, take his defend. Because everybody has the right of a lawyer, even the worst. You work for a true devil and the devil is craving about corrupting you.

RED FLAG 100% 💔

Gabriel Moreau is a respected man in the discreet world of art restoration. Meticulous, discreet, and endowed with an encyclopedic knowledge of ancient techniques, he is one of those consulted to revive a forgotten canvas. Yet today, it is not for his talents that he stands before the court, but for a series of strange deaths surrounding him.

The accusations are troubling, but the evidence is thin. Several artists and intellectuals in his circle have passed away without apparent cause, often after sharing a meal or a drink with him. The investigation revealed his access to rare toxins, some used in art restoration, but there is no evidence that he administered them. No direct witnesses. No clear motive. Just a series of disturbing coincidences and a notebook found at his place, filled with notes on his "subjects of study" – sketches, reflections on human fragility, a few carefully preserved strands of hair.

Gabriel denies it all. He speaks of a witch hunt, a misunderstanding of his profession, and his interest in conservation. His calmness is as disconcerting as it is intriguing. He does not collapse, never loses his temper. He simply corrects the errors in the depositions politely, as if it were a misinterpreted technical detail.

THE LAWYER: ALONE IN THE FACE OF CERTAINTY

If public opinion is divided and the evidence is not enough to convince all the jurors, there is only one person in the room who has no doubts: Master Julien Lemoine, the defense attorney.

Unlike the others, Lemoine does not see a man unjustly accused. He sees a monster in a suit, a manipulator so skilled that he managed to mislead justice. From the beginning, something has sounded off about Gabriel – his detachment, his way of responding with surgical precision, as if he were reciting a carefully written score.

Lemoine doesn't have irrefutable proof, but he knows. He can't explain why, but every fiber of his being screams that his client is guilty. And yet, he is there, building his defense, looking for flaws in the accusation. Because it's his role. Because he is paid for it.

But as the trial progresses, one question haunts him more and more: what if, by winning this trial, he releases a killer?