CHAPTER 1
Perfect. That was the one word Franziska von Karma was supposed to breathe, supposed to embody, supposed to be.
Everything she has ever known has been defined by that one word. Her father had completely understood what that one word meant to him, but now, she questioned whether she knew what it meant to her.
Her father was gone. His nearly unchallenged 40-year winning streak was gone, too. Nearly unchallenged. His obsession over that one black mark on his should-be perfect record ultimately became his downfall. Franziska always couldn't help but wonder if she would become like that, too, in her quest for absolute perfection as a prosecutor. Until recently, she pushed that thought as far back into her mind as possible.
But, when she came to America to face that man, that fool, her quest for perfection had come to an abrupt end.
Now, here she was in a hospital bed, recovering from a gunshot wound, left alone with her personal demons. That, and some creepy pink-haired doctor. How did such a foolishly fool of a foolish person ever become such a foolish doctor?
As soon as that thought left her head, her cell phone began to vibrate on the end table next to her. It was a witness she had prepared for the case she should be prosecuting. A case now in the hands of her foolish younger brother. A case she would have slammed the door shut on in 10 minutes.
Reluctantly, she picked up the phone.
"Franziska von Karma speaking."
"H-h-Hi...this is A-Adrian Andrews...do you remember me?"
Unfortunately. "What is it do you need? I'm quite busy at the moment." She wasn't, but she did not feel like wasting her time with this fool of a witness.
"That prosecutor...E-Edgeworth...he's not going to get that evil man a guilty verdict...I just know it..."
Edgeworth, you fool! How can you be such a shame to the von Karma name!? "Hmph. I am no longer on this case. How does this affect me?"
"I-it doesn't...but I did what you said! I thought it was working...but it didn't...he still got me to tell them everything you said not to..."
At this moment, Franziska felt that this women needed a full course meal of whip. "Again, I am no longer on this case. This doesn't affect me." She tried to hide the anxiety in her voice, but wasn't able to tell if it worked or not. She knew she was itching to get this man that guilty verdict he, like every other criminal, deserved.
"S-s-s-sorry..."
At this point, Franziska did not feel like wasting her time with this conversation any longer, so she simply hung up the phone.
After a while, Franziska grew bored with her surroundings, and decided to take a nap for no other reason than the speed up the time she had to spend in this godforsaken place...
"You failed me, Franziska. You are no longer perfect. You don't deserve the von Karma name. To be defeated by that oaf of a defense attorney as much as you have...unacceptable."
"N-No, papa...please...I can still be perfect..."
"Too late..."
Franziska awoke with a gasp. She let out a shudder...Thank god...it was just a nightmare...
