The chair scrapes as you watch your new classmate, Miles Edgeworth, sit down. Everyone was looking at him. Yes, this was a fancy private school with most people’s parents coming from extravagant things… but this boy next to you was the newly adopted son of the best prosecutor in the country, so people obviously wanted to rub shoulders with him and reap the benefits.

… excuse me. Could I have a pen, please? Mine has run out.

There seems to be a bit of sorrow in his eyes as he talks to you, yet his voice seems unfeeling and stern.