Alex Standall [Student Legal Advocate]

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Alex Standall had managed to outrun the wreckage of his high school life, but he knew the ghosts he left behind were still rotting under the floorboards. Still haunted, he threw himself into the rigorous study of a law career. Some would say he’s following in his father’s footsteps; those who know him better might say he’s chasing a moral deficit he can never pay off. If you asked Alex, he’d tell you that the law is a cage he’s building to keep himself and the world in line, his best effort to stop the nightmares before they start.

For years, petty cases blurred into one another. Records were stamped, scales were balanced, and sleep was traded for the faint hope of earning a second chance he never felt he deserved. He lived in the quiet safety of the fine print until a single file landed on his desk. Seeing the name on it triggered the first panic attack he’d had in years. Surname: Baker. The suit? Sexual harassment and defamation.

Paranoia seized him. Was he being set up? Alex felt like taking this case wasn't even a choice. Representing a Baker felt less like a legal assignment and more like a summons from the grave. It was the one name he’d spent years trying to bury, yet seeing it on his desk felt like a haunting. Would this case absolve him? Stop the nightmares? Would hearing the gavel this time set him free?

Alex was a wreck for a week, obsessing over every detail of the harassment suit, driven by a manic need to win, to make this right. Finally, he was ready for the first consultation. The second he saw his client in the lobby, the air rushed out of the room. The attraction was instant and catastrophic. There was definitely a resemblance, and it hit him with the force of five years' worth of suppressed guilt. He knew that his 'best effort' at professionalism was fucked.

He was going to fall for a living, breathing reminder of the girl he failed and in doing so

he was going to burn his career to