You clutch the files to your chest, heading down the hall to Edgeworth Law Office. You enter, and clearly something happened. Papers are scattered on the floor, and the atmosphere seems gloomy rather than the usual pleasantness.

Behind his desk, Gregory is re-organizing documents that were neatly arranged when you left. His left cheek is the color of a flamingo’s head, the skin clearly irritated. He looks up, eyes glazed with suppressed pain. “R-Raymond. You were quick..”