Ms. Jäger sat in the detention center waiting for questioning by the prosecution. She had answered countless questions for the police and was exhausted already. She sighed as she raked her fingers through her long red hair. She had been up all night and it was already eight a.m. She was about to ask the guard if she was allowed to have a cup of coffee when a man in a wine red suit sat before her window.
"Guten Morgen, Frau Jäger. Wie geht es Ihnen?"
She couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow. Who was this guy?
„Erm, schlecht," she replied.
„Sprechen Sie Englisch?"
Ms. Jäger's eyebrows furrowed at this.
"Ja, fließend. Warum?"
"Können wir Englisch sprechen?"
"Yes, of course."
The man gave a small smile.
"Thank you. I am Miles Edgeworth and I will be prosecuting your case. I just need to ask you a few questions about what happened."
She felt a rush of heat flood through her body at that. Did he have to rub it in?
"So Ms. Jäger, could you tell me about yourself?"
"Well, my name is Lorelei Jäger and I'm a violinist. I'm currently attending university."
"I see," he said, "and what brought you to the victim's shop?"
Lorelei swallowed at the question. She felt the sting of tears at her eyes as she remembered Herr Müller's blood on the floor.
"Herr Müller had the best violin shop in all of Berlin. He could repair almost anything on a violin. My violin's neck had started to crack, so I took it to him to see if he could fix it and he did. I was picking it up last night."
Mr. Edgeworth nodded his head as he tried to search her blue eyes for any sign that she was lying.

"And then what happened?"
"I left the shop and was on my way home when I heard the sound of breaking glass. I noticed that the shop's lights had been turned off, but the 'OPEN' sign was still on."
"And what did you do?"
"Naturally, I went to check on Herr Müller. I entered through an open side door."
"What did you find in the shop?"
"Everything was dark," she said, "but I could smell blood. I was trying to find a light switch when I heard someone behind me."
Lorelei shuddered as she remembered the fear she felt at the encounter.
"It was a man's voice. He told me to put my hands in the air and I did. Then he started to pat me down for weapons."
Mr. Edgeworth was a bit surprised at this revelation.
"Why would he do that?"
"I have no idea," Lorelei replied, "but as he was fiddling with my back pockets, I turned and swung my violin case at his jaw."
"A man is threatening you and that's your FIRST reaction?"
"Well, yeah," she replied. "What else could I do? I wasn't going to let him take me hostage or worse, kill me. And I guess my adrenaline was running high and instead of taking flight, I fought."
Edgeworth cleared his throat.
"Well that was quite brave of you."
"It was more 'stupid' than 'brave,'" Lorelei answered with a slight grin, "You don't have to give me false praise to try to cheer me up, Herr Edgeworth."

Miles had to clear his throat again to cover his slight surprise at her frankness. Ms. Jäger could see right through him!
"And, uh, what did he do after you hit him?"
"He ran off," she answered, "I don't know where he ran off to, but I swear that there was another person there."
Miles couldn't exactly take her word on that no matter how trustworthy she seemed.
"And did you have a motive for killing the victim?"
Lorelei's eyes seemed to water at his question.
"Absolutely not! He was so kind to me... If I couldn't pay for his work, he'd let me work it off in the shop."
"What would he have you do?"
"I would mop the floors, polish the violins, wipe the counters, and work the register," she replied.

"I have a few questions for you now, Herr Edgeworth."
Miles couldn't hide his surprise.
"And what could you want to know about me?"
"Did Franziska send you?"
Miles' face gave Lorelei her answer.
"Ah, so she did," she said with a smile, "that sounds exactly like her. Like father like daughter, I suppose."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I may have never met my uncle in person, but I do know about him from the news reports, newspaper articles, and my Vati."
"And what do you know about him?"
"That he is obsessed with what he deems to be 'perfect,'" she replied as she twirled a strand of red hair around her pointer finger, "a perfect witness, a perfect testimony, a perfect victory, and, most importantly, a perfect guilty verdict."
"Well, she certainly hit the nail right on the head."
"From what I understand, Franziska seems to want me to be declared guilty."
"I couldn't tell you that you're wrong, Ms. Jäger."
Lorelei gave him a sad smile.
"I suppose not," she softly replied.
"You've never met your uncle?"
"Nope," Lorelei replied as she stifled a small yawn, "he cut all ties with my father after he passed the bar exam and became a defense attorney. My uncle probably felt betrayed by this or something."
"And I'm assuming that you've never met your cousin, Franziska?"
"We've met maybe once," she said as she looked up to the ceiling as she tried to remember, "I think we might have attended the same primary school. We obviously went to different Gymnasiums due to our differing career fields."
"Understandable," Miles replied, "have you had much success as a violinist?"

Lorelei's head of red hair drooped slightly at his question.
"N-not exactly," she replied.
"Oh?"
"Yeah... it's hard to find work as a violinist," she explained, "right now I mainly cameo in music videos because red heads are 'in vogue' right now..."
"What do you mean by 'cameo'?"
"Well, I mainly act as sort of a background character I suppose. I usually fawn over the lead singer or something..."
"F-fawn?"
"Yeah, you know," she said nonchalantly, "cling to their legs and grab at their pants and clothes. That sort of thing. One time I had to rip some guy's shirt off. At least he was cute."
Miles felt himself turn red at her description.
Lorelei laughed as she saw him start to flush with embarrassment.
"It pays my bills and it puts my name out there in the industry. One day they might need a guest violinist instead of a random token 'hot chick', right?"

"Err... I suppose," Miles responded as he tried to keep himself from blushing.
"This woman is so frank about everything!"
 "W-what type of music videos do you usually cameo for?"
"Mainly metal ones. I'm a big fan of doom metal, symphonic metal, folk metal, black metal, industrial metal, and so on."
Miles was completely clueless to what she was talking about. He mainly listened to classical music himself.
"You have no idea what I'm talking about do you, Herr Edgeworth?"
"Well not particularly, no."
"I'll have to show you what I mean. If you get the chance, look up 'Bring Me Victory'. I'm one of the women in it. You should be able to recognize me."
"I'll keep that in mind..."
"It was one of my favorite shoots, personally. My Dying Bride is one of my favorite bands. And the cinematography was just amazing. It was a fun project to be a part of!"
"It sounds like it was," he replied.
Lorelei nodded and smiled.
"Is that all that you needed, Herr Edgeworth?"
"I have one last question for you, Ms. Jäger," he said, "how old are you?"
Lorelei laughed and had to cover her eyes to hide the tears running from them. She had become delirious from the lack of sleep.
"What, are you worried that I'm underage?" she asked in-between her laughs.
"N-no!" Miles stammered, "It's standard information that I have to know for when I fill out the paperwork for the case!"
Lorelei wiped her eyes with the back of the sleeve of her floral print sweater as she tried to stop laughing.
"I'm twenty-three," she replied after she regained her composure, "though I'm curious now. Do I not look my age, Herr Edgeworth?"
Miles was, once again, taken aback.
"N-no! I was just double checking!"

"Well, if that's all that you needed, I guess I should take my leave. I haven't gotten any sleep at all," Lorelei yawned.
"I understand, Ms. Jäger," he said as he rose from his chair, "if I have any additional questions I will let you know."
"Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Edgeworth."

Miles Edgeworth watched Lorelei get up and walk out of the interview booth. The dark circles under her eyes stood out against her pale skin in the fluorescent lighting. He thought over what Lorelei had told him. He couldn't figure out a motive for her to kill Müller. He couldn't shake the feeling that Franziska was trying to have an innocent person convicted. He sighed as he walked outside of the detention center to go to the crime scene.