Malfunctioning justice is infested with terminology that gives it a semblance of prudence. Beneath the sheer vestige of honour, the layers of truth embraced by justice spell out a different reality. Justice eliminates the power of innocence, succumbing to a parody of itself. In the narrow land, justice ensures its own survival by masking the owner of fabricated testimony. On the fictitious island, there is no mandate for masking voices. The hindrance of voices is eliminated by exile, allowing corrupted courts to manifest their power in a cacophony of actions as irregular as the logic that law strives to uphold. Beyond the shadows, a voice remains chained to itself, trampled upon by justice that deems it unnecessity to define its vile assertion of power to an alienated society.