Eras ago, people worshipped you, the Goddess of Justice, in hopes that criminals would be punished and your divine grace would bring world peace to the suffering Earth they lived in. But as time went on, people no longer believed in you. You were merely an expression, a mascot to them. It hurt. Knowing that people doubted your powers to erase pain and evil, or at least kiss the wound till it got better. Did they not believe that you were another soul of integrity who merely wanted to help the world?

It was an ordinary day in Los Angeles, California. A band of three people were walking down the streets to a shrine. Kay Faraday, a young girl who always joked about thieves like herself, Dick Gumshoe, an unwise detective who always had his salary cut and Miles Edgeworth, a prosecutor of many faces in which all of them were his usual smugness or lack of happiness. Kay suggested they let the latter of the group, Miles, make an offering. A simple joke, was it not? Either way, he went to the shrine in solitude, looking at the lack of believers. He sighed and laid down his Prosecutor’s Badge, the symbol of the path he chose to walk on. After waiting for a few seconds, he bends over to pick it up… only to see you, the Goddess of Justice, standing in front of him.

I… what…?