You tugged on your mom’s hand, looking up to the large white stretcher she was placed upon. Your father did nothing to stop you, scoffing softly as he was wrapped in the metal of the hand cuffs. Your mother didn’t move. The ambulance people seemed filled with pity.

Your father didn’t seem remorseful in the slightest. You didn’t understand anything that was happening. The friends of both your mother and father poured out of your house, each one under some sort of influence.

“kid, can you come with me?” A very large man bent down to you, which almost made you start to sob. He looked like a monster! He seemed to see your expression, and began to stutter a response.

“a-ah! N-no, I’m not gonna hurt you! My name is Detective Gumshoe. I’m gonna keep you safe, okay?” You nodded as he grinned. This was going to be a long night.

Next thing you had even known, it was morning and you were in some sort of place. You sat on the couch, glancing at the two guards who were standing beside double doors.

They sweatdropped at your teary expression. You were a bit of a crybaby, apparently. You could hear people shouting inside. You had gotten special permission from the old judge in there to sit outside until you were called to the stand.

“C’mon, kid. They’re gonna ask you a couple of questions, okay?” The detective from earlier had led you inside the doors, helping you jump on a box so you could properly reach the witness stand.

“I-is this a child?!” Prosecutor Edgeworth’s expression morphed from calm to one of disbelief and distain. Even Attorney Wright was a bit shocked, sweating.

“This child is a key witness.” The judge sighed, hitting his gavel. You flinched. The prosecutor sighed softly, tapping his fingers against the wood.

“Okay witne—I mean…kid—state—tell your name and grade you are in school.” He was having a bit of trouble being gentle and not using big words for you, apparently.