Miles Edgeworth stared into your soul. His silvery hair draped around his angular face and you could feel him breathing onto you. You had no idea how you got yourself in this situation and you couldn't tell whether this was a blessing or a nightmare. You cowered beneath him, palms sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy, mom's spaghetti. Your legs trembled and you now laid on the cold floor of the prosecutor's office.
"c o m e h e r e" he forcefully grabbed a hold of your tie.
"d i d n ' t g u m s h o e t e l l y o u" his voice was smooth and deep.
"T H E U P D A T E D A U T O P S Y R E P O R T" the whole room seemed to shake - as if it were ... an earthquake?
Everything was now white.
