A homicide case in a haunted house… not the type of thing you see everyday. And even then, it wasn’t a haunted house. It was an abandoned old shack that a murder was committed in. On this case, taking the prosecutor role, was Miles Edgeworth, stickler for the rules and an infamous man who was completely wired by logic and reasoning. No matter what was thrown at him, he could keep a calm and composed face… even when holding back the urge to deck the foolish witness on stand when they tried to pull a fast one instead of stating their identity in the courtroom.

As the investigation went on, he walked through the desolate environment he was in, many things greeted his eyes. Other then the overwhelming amount of cobwebs, dirt and signs of neglect, things almost started to feel supernatural. Or in his words, “nonsense.” When an object floated, it was merely a trick of the light. Hearing voices? His brain merely was fooling him. Doors opening and closing by themselves? It was simply just the wind. Portraits having strange moving eyes? Optical illusions. To the prosecutor, otherworldly happenings were merely practical jokes. Well… that’s what he thought. These mutters of reassurance that he wasn’t going insane came to a halt as he saw you; what he refused to believe was a spirit, curiously perching over him.

… and what sort of harlequinade is this?