*CRACK!*
"Foolish detectives! Not even the old scruff was this useless!"
Simon Blackquill was no stranger to commotion, but loud snapping noises in the prosecutor's office wasn't exactly common.
Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth had warned him about this fiery prosecutor with long teal hair and a leather whip that would be around the office for the next few days.
"You should try getting better detectives next time."
Unsurprisingly, the lady readied her whip.
"Who might you be, fool?"
"Simon Blackquill. Pleasure to meet you Karma-dono."
Franziska just smiled.
"So, you're the fool my brother spoke highly of."