In the criminal justice system, narrative offenses are considered especially heinous. In New Seattle, the dedicated detectives who investigate these plot holes are members of an elite squad known as the Void Victims Unit. These are their stories.
DUN-DUN.
Elara Vance blinked. She was standing in a courtroom. Not the metaphysical courtroom of The Publisher, but a gritty, wood-paneled, bad-lighting courtroom that smelled of floor wax and injustice.
She looked down. She was wearing a sharp grey suit. A badge on her belt read DISTRICT ATTORNEY.
"Order!" a voice boomed from the bench. "I demand order! And fries! But mostly order!"
Elara looked up. Sitting at the judge's bench, wearing a massive black robe that barely contained his bulk, was The Honorable Judge Ignis.
"Judge," Elara said. "Please don't eat the gavel."
Ignis paused, the wooden mallet halfway to his mouth. "It looks like a pretzel stick. A very hard, mahogany pretzel stick."
"It represents the law," Elara sighed.
