This story is about YOU, if you'd allow me to throw you in it of course. I'll probably accidentally include something that would be impossible in Layton's time but that's because I'm young and used to the modern world.
Anyhow, here we go.
"Welcome to Anekoville." You tell yourself, as you step off the train, surrounded by tourists, locals, the works. Your rucksack slung over one shoulder, you head through the train station out onto the street beyond and consult your map. After asking for a few directions, you finally stumble into the hotel and sit down. Why was every hotel in the world at the top of a hill?
"Hello sir!"
A suited man walks up to you, offering to take your luggage. As you just have a rucksack, you keep hold of it.
"You wish to stay with us?"
"Single room for two weeks please." You rasp dully, still recovering from your climb. Signing your name and paying up-front, the man leads you to your room – 372.
"I trust you have a pleasant stay – if you need me, I'll be in the lobby." With that, he shuts the door, leaving you alone. You wonder if the room is quite your taste – the fabrics are all made of a burgundy material that looks like velvet, and anything metal looks gold. Of course, or closer inspection, you'll see that it's just gold paint. You stare at the blank cream wall, the only wall with a window, and smile. It's alright.
In the middle of the night, you hear a small commotion outside your room. It sounds like a boy running, calling back to someone. As another voice comes through the walls (much older this time) the boy's voice and footsteps stop outside your door. You also hear a girl's voice, before a door opens and closes and the hotel falls silent once more.
You wake, frustrated. Though you slept quite well, things aren't going to plan this morning. Your hair won't go the way you want, your shirt is creased, and last night's rude awakening has left you ill-mannered for some time. Heading down for breakfast, you cringe as you hear an annoying yet familiar voice.
"You don't look as if you've had a very good night!"
You look at a young boy stood next to you, wearing a blue jumper and matching newspaper-boy's hat.
"No, I haven't." You reply, wishing the kid would go away. Said kid blushed slightly, rubbing the back of his head.
"I-uh, sorry if that was me. We got in quite late last night, and I didn't think of others."
You think this over for a while, before smiling. At least he had manners. You ask for his name, and he pipes up.
"I'm Luke Triton, Layton's apprentice!"
"Professor Hershel Layton?" you inquire, shocked. You'd just joined a University with a teacher under that name, and were to begin studying this coming September.
"The one and only! " The boy turned and pointed the Professor out – he was smiling across at you from the other side of the room. You decide to join them, along with the girl, Flora.
