(A:N: Well, I just put ANOTHER story on hold to write this one... Alex: Which one? Me:(holds up a hand) One second. I need to do this first. First, I would like to thank technicolortardis, as she gave me the idea on Youtube on what the villain should be! Thanks! Let's get this started. Alex, DISCLAIMERS! Alex: THE real assistant doesn't own Ace Attorney! She doesn't own the cover either.)

I wake up slowly to the sound of dripping, which clanged against a metal item. I squirmed in the bed I was in, hoping to fall asleep again, to get away from here. I sigh after a few minutes, finally realizing my efforts were futile. I slowly get up, groaning as I did so.

(What happened to my head..?)

I keep my eyes shut as I reached up, feeling my unkempt bed hair smoothing down as I did so. I sigh.

(I don't feel any pain when I touch my head...)

I slowly opened my eyes, looking down at the pitch black tiling of the room, then the black shoes I was wearing.

(They look a lot like work shoes...)

I slowly stand up, immediately slamming into a wall as I did so.

(I must have been in that bed for too long...)

I kept my balance on the wall as I walked towards another door, seeing light coming out of a crack. When I'm close enough, I grab the knob with my right arm, staring at my hand as I did so. It was tan, with scabs all over it, ranging all over the knuckle.

(What was I doing here..?)

I slowly open the door when a thought came to me.

(Where am I? And who am I!?)

I walk through the small crack I made to another room. This one was smaller than the last. On the right side of the room was a mirror, a few objects sitting in front of it. I then looked down to see a piece of paper on the floor, I bend over and pick it up. I smooth out the paper before reading it aloud, slowly and carefully. "Mr. Versteckt." I cleared my throat, as I was sounding like an old man as I read it.

(That must be my name...)

"It has come to our understanding that your memories have been erased. Rest assured, we will help in any way we can." I nodded, now sounding a bit clearer.

(I wonder who this is? As it seems he may have answers.)

"There is just some things you need to know. The people who erased your memories, their names are Phoenix Wright, Trucy Wright, Apollo Justice, and Athena Cykes." I stop there for a few seconds, staring at all the names. "Phoenix Wright..?" I then screamed, clutching my head. My head, it was pounding, it felt as if someone repeatedly hit them with a sledgehammer. Looking towards the mirror didn't help. It seemed to make the pain spread faster. I fell to the floor, taking deep, rapid, breaths. I then slowly looked at the note, which was clutched in my fist. I slowly open my hand, uncrinkling the paper once again. "I believe you were just hit by a dizzy spell? Those could occur often if you aren't careful. You need to know some things to succeed here. One, the objects you need are in a pile near this letter." I look up towards the pile near the mirror. There was indeed something there. It was a piece of fabric, on top of it was a mask. I grab it with my hand slowly, then quickly draw it back. It was a strange little thing. It would cover everything but my mouth, and would reveal my hair. It had slits where the eyes were at. It was a startling gray color, almost dull, but not quite. I turn the mask around, and slowly placed it on my face. A strong sense of confidence came over me when it attached to my face, as if I could take on the world! I get to my feet quickly, seeing that the fabric that was under the mask was a cape. The cape was a dark blue color, which was somehow familiar to me... I shake off the feeling, grabbing the cape. I wring it around my neck slowly. When I was done, I looked in the mirror. Instead of getting hit by a dizzy spell, I saw my reflection. It was a man, wearing a grey suit and dress pants. They were quite baggy, though not too baggy to show wrinkles. I finger the mask, which was hiding under brown hair, which was a little flat, with two little spikes down my forehead.

(This mask... It may hide stuff from me and my mind... But, it did help to stop that little headache.)

I decide to keep it on, the cape too. It just felt, natural to me in some way. Something in the mirror caught my eye, near my reflection. I finger my suit lapel till my hand makes contact, I grab the object and look at it. It is a metal object, shaped like a flower of some sorts.

(What's this?)

I flip it over, seeing a piece if paper stabbed through a needle tip. I grab it, but didn't uncrinkle it. It actually looked smooth and clean. I read it aloud, "Prosecutor Versteckt. You have a trial in 2 days. Please come to courtroom 3 to discuss this." The paper wasn't signed, so I put it in my pocket, a small smile on my face.

(Prosecutor Versteckt... It sounds just right...)

I then laugh, my laughter sounding sinister and cold, as I walk out of the room. Slamming the door shut behind me.

(A:N: Remember guys! I'll edit off my computer later! So was this good, bad, worth a story hold? Can anybody find out why I named this person Versteckt? There is a reason! I'll be back to rock on!)