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Franziska puts on a big show everyday.
She pretends like she hates Miles Edgeworth. She pretends not to give a damn about her father. She pretends that she's the very perfection that her dear old dad always insisted upon. Franziska von Karma is actually a very talented actress. In fact, no one, not even Miles Edgeworth, can see through the masks and costumes and special effects.
She's tired of acting. She's tired of poring over case after case after case, just to lose to Phoenix Wright over and over and over again. She's tired of pretending to be strong and undaunted and invincible. She's only nineteen, and it's all just too much for her to handle.
She's leaving the courthouse alone, as usual. Scruffy, Wright, Miles, and the Topknot Girls are celebrating their victory on the steps. She walks past them as quickly as she can, her short hair fluttering in the rather strong wind. Franziska descends the stairs, her heels clicking as they hit the ground.
Using her right hand, she waves down a cab. Once the yellow car rolls to a stop, the nineteen-year-old girl opens the door, sinks into the seat, and murmurs her address to the driver. As the cab pulls away, she looks out the window at the ridiculously happy group that is now headed towards a small restaurant on the corner.
Franziska closes her eyes, and before she knows it, the cab pulls up to her apartment complex. She pays the man and stumbles out of the cab, into the building, and up to her apartment. She fumbles with her keys for a moment before she jams them into the lock, turns them swiftly, pushes the door open, and enters.
The door swings shut behind her, and the show comes to an end.
The lights fade to black. The curtains fall. The crowd applauds.
And Franziska breaks.