Kristoph Gavin: Ace Attorney: Turnabout Dawn
"Why? Of all the cases to assign me, why did the state pick THIS one?"
This question races through my head as I walk up the steps to the courthouse. Perhaps I should explain a few things before I enter. My name is Kristoph Gavin, and this is my third year as a defense attorney. Over these years, I have gained a... rather unique reputation. I have managed to get around half of my clients found not guilty, which doesn't sound impressive...until you consider how heavily our legal system favors the prosecution. On the other hand, there is a plethora of rumors accusing me of lying, using forged evidence, and the like. Most of these rumors are horrendously exaggerated.
"M-Mr. Gavin! At last, you've arrived!" As I open the door to the courthouse, I hear that all-too-familiar voice. Percival Dobson. The defendant in today's trial. An shallow, pathetic excuse for a man who does not deserve my assistance. Dobson was accused of the murder of his boss, Hacey Black, two weeks ago. He searched frantically for an lawyer to defend him, but they all turned him down, and for good reason. It's blatantly obvious Dobson murdered Black. The state eventually had to appoint an attorney for him, and they chose me to do the job. I have no idea HOW I'm going to defend this loser...
"Um...sir? Any particular reason you're ignoring me?"
Oh! I seem to have been lost in my thoughts. I put on a smile and say "Relax, Mr. Dobson. Everything is going to be alright!" My words sound wooden, even to me. I hope I have not betrayed my hopelessness to my client.
Dobson doesn't seem to notice. He says, "That's good to hear. I never thought that Mr. Black would die...quite like this. I mean...Sure, Hacey was a jerk. Most bosses are. But I never thought anyone would KILL him! Kristoph...I must know who really murdered Mr. Black."
"You did." I think to myself. But instead I say, "Well, looking at the autopsy report, it's possible that Black committed suicide!" I'm sick of this. I'm sick of pretending that murderers are innocent. I'm sick of fighting in court to get them off the hook. But I have no choice. This is the career I have chosen, and with the state of our economy, there are precious few jobs available. I suppose I should just be glad I'm employed...
"Kristoph? The trial is about to begin." I look over my shoulder, and see the face I most desperately want to see right now. Karin Mikaela. The only person in the world who I truly love. Karin is my partner; a fellow defense attorney who battles in court alongside me. I hope she is fully prepared. No doubt this will be a difficult case.
"Alright, Karin. Let's go in."