Although newly appointed prosecutor Franziska von Karma had a perfect win record, you couldn’t help but notice that there was a tall young man with her. He was constantly the subject of her angry teenage temper. Any time she was confused? He received the hit. Any time she didn’t get what she wanted? That bland stare on his face could kiss her riding crop. Who was he…? It wasn’t Manfred… he looked to young to be a father. Was it her brother? You never really talked, so you didn’t know. Taxi driver? Definitely not.

But on one day, the same mysterious and elusive man came running up to you, taken aback, but still trying to compose himself. He immediately tried to look cool and collected again… It was as if he was looking for something. Probably the crucial evidence from that trial next door. You heard that it’d just gone missing.

Where… where is it?!