Maksim stared at his Social Studies textbook, the name "Bogoliubov" mocking him from the cover. He was stuck on , which covered the intricacies of the Judicial System , and the chapter test was tomorrow.
Maksim found himself in a small courtyard where two neighbors were screaming over a broken fence."He must go to jail!" one yelled.Maksim remembered the paragraph. "Wait! This is a civil matter, not criminal. You’re looking for compensation, not a prison sentence."The neighbors froze, nodded, and vanished. The first door creaked open. Maksim stared at his Social Studies textbook, the
"Welcome to the 35th Chamber," a booming voice echoed. A man in a sharp suit appeared—he looked exactly like the portrait of the author in the front of the book. "I am the Arbiter. To pass, you must navigate the levels of justice." The first door creaked open
Suddenly, he wasn't in his bedroom. He was standing in a massive, sun-drenched atrium. Before him stood three towering doors. Before him stood three towering doors.