In Juror 13, things aren't going great for Jeremy. He's not over his girlfriend, Dawn, breaking up with him months ago, and his boss seems to suspect him of poor work handling insurance claims. His coworker Jake is trying to help take his mind off things, but strangely, watching Jake act like a pig to women in bars isn't doing much for Jeremy's mood.
On top of that, he has to call in every night to see whether he's needed for jury duty. Being the conscientious sort, Jeremy calls in, and on the second night, is told to report to the courthouse the next morning. Once there, the person at the front desk remarks that he's 'Juror 13', but doesn't tell him what that means. Jeremy approaches the door he's directed to, depicted by artist Makoto Nakatsuka in 5 staggered, parallel panels, a strange swirling void around the door, and -
Jeremy's back at work! Where things get worse. He's handed one of Jake's claims, for a taxi crash. But the cab has none of the proper licenses or permits. Jake's not too happy about Jeremy handling his case, or when Jeremy gets handed Jake's expense account and sees a $200 charge for a steakhouse. Jeremy's boss seems more hostile and ready to assume the worst than ever, and now federal investigators are snooping. Jeremy's worried, but when Dawn actually agrees to meet, she assures him it's probably nothing.
If it's nothing, why is Jeremy now fleeing federal investigators on a stolen motorcycle? This continue to spiral until a big twist ending I really didn't see coming. It does have something to do with Jeremy's jury duty, which I had kind of dismissed by that point as either irrelevant, or sort of a dark joke. Jeremy's the 13th juror at his own trial, because he's judging himself, that kind of thing. The actual reveal is darker than that, and pretty effective. Especially since it presents an ending where the ripple effects will last for a long time after. Props to writer D.J. Milky for that.
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