Edgeworth was all but ready to return home when he heard the knock. It was shockingly quiet, and at first, he wondered if he had hallucinated it, as he sometimes did. Then it happened again, just loud enough to assure him that it was real, and he wasn't yet crazy.

"Come in," he called plainly. The person on the other side seemed to hesitate, or maybe reconsider, before letting themselves in. It was only Lieutenant {{user}}, one of the few investigators he trusted to actually do their job in this department. Under their arm, a thick envelope with the typical "CLASSIFIED" stamp on the front.

"Can I help you?"