AN: We're back! And hopefully, y'all enjoy this installment! It was taking forever to get to where I needed it to get to, but it's finally done! As usual, thank you for all of your follows, favs, reviews, and generally reading this fic! Especially to all of you who've stuck with it for years. And welcome, new readers!

Anyway, if you're looking for something with a lighter mood, check out of Mischief Turnabout! Again, this part of the story will take a darker turn so prepare yourself!

Ktap4321: Sometimes the story just flows that way haha. I'm glad you like my story that much as well as this chapter! Thank you.

GlaresThatKill: Thank you, it means a lot. I hope she has a speedy recovery. Well, original! Lyn did have an anger problem and added with everything that's happened...yeah she's gonna be a bit of a bitch lol. Thanks! The next chapter I'm interested in seeing how people will react hehe.

TheWriteGuy: I thought it'd be fun to drop some character death as well as the original Lyn so, here we are. Haha, glad you have enjoyed the journey starting 5 years ago.

TrilbyBard: Haha, that's fair. In her eyes, it feels like the other Lyn has taken everything from her. So why not do the same and better utilize it to her advantage? I think to her, her life was just OKAY before all of it. She might be resentful that the other Lyn was more willing to take chances than she ever would. It doesn't help that she has an anger problem and an inability to let go of things either, rendering herself as victim and not one to triumph over obstacles.

DJJ680: Beautiful assessment xD.

OBSERVER01: Thank you. Lol, interesting that you want to see her fail xD. But we'll see what happens.

Jack54311: Being put in a shitty situation with an anger problem can do that xD. Either way, original!Lyn wins, so pretty much!

SUPERStarz13: Lmao, yes. A musical number would be sick.

JordanPhoenix: If anything, for m/f pairs, I like Miles with Rhoda and older Kay. And maybe an occasional hookup with older Ema since she clearly had a thing for him back in the day xD. I never got into Miles/Franny since for me since they were so similar to me lol. I like having a balance in my pairings. Totes agree! i love Apollo to death, but he needs a goofier sidekick with him. And yep! Phoenix is one of those people who needs to be dragged around unless he's with Miles lol.

"...What?! Oh my God," the voice on the other end of the line paused, as though his words were snatched away by a thief. "That can't be right."

"That was my first thought when I was told," I said pacing outside of the hospital. I didn't want to disturb the other people in the waiting room on the phone, so I decided to get fresh air. "Yet, it's all too real..."

"How- how did it happen?" Wright asked.

I relayed the order of the events to Wright as best I could in my diluted state of mind. The phone call about the murders, the car crash, seeing the wreckage and hearing the news from the doctor…

The attorney remained quiet as he absorbed my retelling. "This is unbelievable. I am so sorry, Edgeworth."

I could barely find the words to reply. "Me too."

"How long have you been there?"

"About an hour," I said as I looked up at the moon, which was easier seen out here than on the highway. "I plan on staying the whole night."

"I know you're worried, but you need to sleep at some point," he said.

"Sleep at this point seems to be an impossibility...if I do so, I'll do it in the waiting room."

Wright said nothing in response. I honestly, wondered why I had called him to begin with. What could he do? It's not like he could gain access to the crime scene without a client. Plus, Gumshoe was busy at the car crash site. Just what was I doing?

"...I'll be over as soon as I can," the attorney said.

"Wright, you...don't have to. I just wanted…" I couldn't finish thought, uncertain of what I wanted right now. Maybe it was just as simple as expressing myself to someone. Maybe I wanted to feel less confused or at least less alone.

"I understand, Edgeworth. If Maya were in this predicament, I wouldn't know what I'd do either. I'd go crazy."

"...I'm at a loss. I think I'm actually...fearful of the worst."

"I can't blame you," he said. "But let's not lose hope. You said it wasn't a definite."

"I suppose so," I replied flatly. It may not have been a definite, but by all accounts it did not by any means look good. Just thinking of it all made me sick to my stomach.

"Like I said, I'll be there as soon as I can," he said without an ounce of hesitation in his voice. "Just hang tight and try to calm down."

"...But what about Trucy?"

"I'm getting ready to go to Kurain. She can stay with Maya and Pearls this weekend."

I didn't want to inconvenience him, but I was at my wits end. "...Thank you."

"See you soon," Wright said as he hung up.

I closed my own phone with a sigh as I placed in my pocket. I took another glance at the moon. It was a full one tonight. Not like it meant anything to me, but I heard the moon described as the thing that would shine on and illuminate situations with unanswered questions, where as the sun shined down joyously, in a celebratory mood.

I stared up in a dim hope that it would be the case. I hoped to figure out why this had happened and who did it. And if it all turned out well, perhaps the sun would join in celebration.

But until then, I was holding my breath. Standing under the light of uncertainty and suspension.

I stood outside for a few more minutes, enjoying the quieter atmosphere of the nature around me as opposed to the man made construction which was starting to feel like a prison.

Dragging my feet, I entered the building and returned to the waiting room in the ICU. I told myself I would take periodic breaks to go outside, but I couldn't spend too much time out there. I needed to be around in case the doctor had any updates about Lyn.

Inside the room, it was quieter. It seemed most of the visitors had cleared out minus two people present in chairs, with their heads buried in their phones. The atmosphere continued to feel oppressive even with fewer people. I supposed there was something about waiting, not knowing, and feeling hopeless that made this place seem so...depressing.

Sighing, I kept to myself, thoughts continuing to run rampant in my mind...

Time? Date?

Hicksfield Clinic

"Edgeworth," a voice called. "Edgeworth, wake up."

I felt a hand lightly shake my shoulder. The voice was all too familiar. "Hm…? Wright?"

"I told you I was coming," he said. "I'm glad you decided to take my advice and get some sleep anyway."

The sleep was unintentional. I didn't remember when I passed out. I ran a hand over my face, trying to wipe away the tiredness, fully opening my eyes. The room was empty, except for us.

"What time is it?"

"It's about 2:10," Wright said as he took a seat next to me, holding a box of what appeared to be pizza in one hand, while placing a bag of what appeared to be plates and soda on the floor in the other.

"...And why do you have that?"

"I figured that since you'd be trying to stay here all night I should bring some food," he smiled sheepishly.

"Wright, that wasn't necessary-"

"Edgeworth, you'll need to eat something. You should be thanking me, since I've made it easier for you NOT to leave the building."

I sighed. I know he was trying to be helpful, but he didn't need to do this. He was already doing enough by coming.

"What? Is it not good enough for you?" he asked lightly. "Should I have brought filet mignon instead?"

"Don't be ridiculous," I grumbled. "You couldn't find a restaurant that would give you filet mignon in a doggy bag to begin with."

The attorney laughed. "Yeah, you're right. But I wouldn't be in a restaurant like that anyway. So pizza it is."

I resigned myself to this offering of trashy food. On some level he was correct, I hadn't had food in some time and I didn't want to go home yet. I wasn't a big fan of pizza, but since Wright had went out of his way to come here and bring it, I couldn't turn it down.

"I can't believe I'm eating pizza this late, like I'm some sort of-"

"Normal person?"

"-I was going to say college student...what normal person has pizza at 2 in the morning?"

"And you call me uncultured?" The attorney looked at me blankly and then shook his head. "...Boy, I would have loved to see you in a college party."

"I never went to any."

"It shows," he replied as he passed me the pizza box. I placed the lukewarm cardboard on my lap as he pulled out the paper plates and napkins he brought with him, removing the plastic seals and wrapping.

He passed me a plate and a couple of napkins before I opened the box. I was surprised. Wright's commoner tastes in pizza didn't appear to be poor. It was oozing with cheese and a large quantity of tomato sauce, something many places skimped on.

I took a couple of medium sized slices and placed them on my plate as I passed the box over to him.

Wright did the same as me, sitting the box on the empty chair beside him. He took a bite from one of the slices in his hands he had folded. He was looking at me expectantly.

Sighing to myself, I tried the pizza to appease him. It wasn't bad at all. Once could tell it was made with fresh ingredients, since most pizzas taste the same. But not like I could really enjoy anything right now.

We ate mostly in the quiet of the room for awhile, until the attorney broke the silence.

"So, how are you doing?" he asked me with genuine concern. Unlike the standard polite fair people engage in and don't actually mean.

"Terrible," I answered frankly. It was nerve wracking when Franziska was shot, but I wasn't sure that that could make me feel as devastated as I did now. At least with Franziska it was a minor injury. This was severe. "I still don't understand it."

Wright stroked his chin. "You did say she called you claiming that Klavier and the guard were dead."

"I don't know who they were after. If they were after Klavier, killing him should have sufficed. But they killed the guard and well, essentially killed Lyn."

"...Well don't say that, we still don't know results."

I shook my head as he held my arm. "I'm still holding on to hope... Though, what makes it difficult is the fact that her heart actually stopped beating for 5 minutes. She technically was dead, until CPR."

And having no oxygen reaching the brain for that length of time doesn't bode well for her.

"Poor Lyn," the attorney frowned deeply. He hung his head down for a bit, until he shot up with a revelation. "...You know, maybe they didn't want to leave any witnesses behind."

"If that's the case..." An average killer usually went after their intended target and fled from the crime scene, at least from what I'd seen experience wise. This was quite excessive to go after not one, but two people. "...could this have been a trained killer?"

Wright's probing expression quickly turned into one far more serious. "You mean, like DeKiller?"

"I suppose so."

I hoped he wasn't involved. But then again, I hoped no trained assassins or killers were involved with this. Because if so, the unraveling of the why might be more difficult to ascertain. And just as difficult to bring to justice.

"What troubles me most is about the cars," Wright remarked. "It was more than one person chasing her and they clearly wanted her dead. Could they have all been hired?"

"I don't know," I frowned. "Gumshoe and the police will be looking into the matter for some time I suspect."

There was just too much happening, on two separate sites at that. With this investigation only starting I doubted there would be any definite answers this early on. Though, I did wonder if it did have something to do with Kristoph Gavin. The question begets if he would be bold enough to murder his younger sibling in cold blood. And that I couldn't answer.

"The timing was strange," I said, recalling one of my last conversations with Lyn before this catastrophe. "Klavier had been spirited away for weeks with answering any forms of communication. And he only contacted Lyn again after Vera's kidnapping."

"Really? Do you think maybe he knew something it?"

"It's possible. It most likely was big news if he was to end up murdered callously," I thought aloud. "Though we won't know for certain unless Lyn tells what they talked about."

I held my arm.

What if that didn't happen? What if she didn't wake up? Forget hearing about what they talked about or why it even happened. But she wouldn't be speaking at all. I wouldn't hear the taunts or whines. No complaining about work or how I was some sort of menace or...

"Looks like we're just going to have to wait until she wakes up to hear the story," he said with a small smile tacked on. His blue eyes seemed to be shining with a determined hope, something that was lost on me at this moment.

"...Yes," I managed to force out.

"It's not over yet," he said.

I exhaled. I was still nervous, but he was right. What could be gained from feeling this way?

I tried to change the subject in a feeble attempt to distract my wandering thoughts. "How are things with Trucy lately?"

"Things are certainly different," he said sweating slightly. "But they're not bad. I'm still working on the adoption process. We just a picked a school for her to start attending next year, since she was homeschooled before."

I nodded. "What made you do it, though?"

"I couldn't just leave her alone after Grammarye left her without any other living relatives. As new as it might be for me, it just felt wrong. It would be like if I left Pearl on the streets to fend for herself...and I couldn't do that, not without feeling guilty having it eat away at me..."

I chuckled.

"Huh? What's funny about that?"

I couldn't help it. It honestly, didn't surprise me. It sounded like Wright. He was not the type to leave anyone in the cold who needed help and couldn't defend themselves. ...He was such a sap.

"Nothing," I replied, keeping most of the amusement to myself. "It just goes to show some things don't change."

"Like what?" he huffed.

"Your sentimentality, what else?"

His face turned a light shade of red as he rubbed the back of his head. "I'm not that bad."

"Yes, of course, not so bad when you wailed at the same scene from the Lion King over and over again no matter how many times you had watched it."

"Hey!" he pointed as though we were in court. "Mufasa's death was a terribly heart wrenching scene. I'm sorry your stone cold heart wasn't so affected by it!"

I tapped a finger on my arm. "It is a moving scene, yes, but I didn't cry a waterfall of tears like you did."

"It's fine, Mr. Roboto."

I shook my head smirking. "You ruined that sleepover."

"I did not."

"You managed to scare the daylights out of my father. And he wasn't the type to be so unnerved."

The blush deepened as Wright began saying things under his breath. "Well, at least I wasn't as bad as Larry that time we watched The Princess Bride. "

"Ugh," I said. "Let's not even talk about that mess...If we had picked the movie I wanted, that wouldn't have happened."

"Yes, but we would have been bored to tears, Edgeworth."

"What is wrong with documentaries?" I snapped.

"Nothing," said Wright. "But what normal 9 year old wants to watch one?"

"Unlike some people, I was an inquisitive child."

"At least, I can feel."

"Oh, yes. And I'm quite happy I don't turn to mush over fairytales."

As Wright was winding up to defend himself again, a figure in a white coat appeared at the door and stepped in.

"Mr. Edgeworth?" the man asked.

"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm doctor Gerry Attric," he said extending his somewhat wrinkly hand towards me. I grabbed it for a firm shake.

I guessed the other doctor I had met earlier had retired for the night.

"So, we've completed one test. And there's still one more left to be done," he said squinting at his clipboard.

"What are the results of this one?" I asked.

"The results are still being analyzed," he said playing with a waft of his white hair. "It'll take some time in addition to the last scan we need, so why don't you go home, get some rest and come back tomorrow around 1PM? If anything happens before then, we'll call you right away. But there's no need for you to be here right now."

There was nothing I could do, personally. I could only let the hospital staff do their work and hope for the best.

Wright looked at me. "There's nothing else we can do until tomorrow, so let's get going."

Reluctantly, I nodded. "Actually, can I go see her before I go?"

The doctor nodded. "Of course. Though, you won't be able to say too long. The technicians are preparing to do blood work right now."

"I understand," I said. Wright made sure all of the trash was fully disposed of in the bin in the corner of the room, and together we followed the doctor out of the room.

The man scanned their key card on the black scanning device and pressed a button to open double doors down the hall leading to patient rooms.

"Have a good night," he said as they went in the opposite direction towards the right end of the hallway.

Wright and I proceeded down the hall before the doors closed automatically. It was almost dead silent walking back to Lyn's room.

Nothing much had changed, her eyes were still shut and she was stilled hooked up into these machines to help her breathe. I hated the sight of it all.

"Hello," said a man with a surgical mask. "Here to visit, Lyn?"

I nodded.

"Okay," he said chipper. "Just to let you know, in about 5 minutes, I'll be starting some blood tests, so we'll ask that you excuse us at that time, alright?"

"Yes, we won't be long."

The man nodded and went back to preparing his equipment.

"Wow…" the attorney muttered to himself, looking at her resting body. "Get better soon...you have too much energy to go now, Lyn."

It would be too soon if she didn't pull through… If she didn't wake up, what then? What would be next? ...No. She couldn't leave me. I wouldn't accept it. Because I wouldn't know how to cope.

I hadn't noticed Wright had been staring at me speaking. "Hey, Edgeworth, I'll be waiting outside the waiting room for you. I know you need a minute."

"...Yes. I'll be out soon."

He stepped out and I took a step closer to Lyn.

My head was cloudy. There was much I wanted to say, but I had no idea how to express it. My tongue was tied, as though it were caught up in a deadly tongue twister and permanently tangled up.

I did the only thing I could do.

I leaned over the bar and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Goodnight."

After all, it was only goodnight. Not goodbye.

May 20th, 1:00 PM

Hicksfield Clinic

I went home, but I couldn't sleep. I spent the entire time awake waiting for a possible phone call from the hospital. It never came, and soon enough 1PM was here. Wright as promised came today. We had run into each other outside on the way in.

"Hey Edgeworth," he said. "How'd you sleep?"

"I didn't."

Wright replied with a slight frown, but he didn't press the topic. "I take it you didn't get any calls last night?"

"Not from the hospital, anyway," I said.

"Well, I guess that's a good thing," he nodded. "Wait. Did someone else call?"

"Yes, just Gumshoe." I folded my arms, not to enthralled at the memory of that call. I felt bad for him, and it was by no means his fault, but… "He wanted to check in and see Lyn...and also mentioned that he had to question me...and her if she woke up."

"...That doesn't bode well does it?"

I tapped my finger on my arm. "...No. I have a bad feeling."

From the sound of it, Gumshoe didn't enjoy having to question either of us. And if they weren't solely focused on tracking the people who chased Lyn off the rails… I didn't want to believe they might be suspicious of her.

But I'd guess we'd burn that bridge later on.

"Well, if it comes down to it, you know I'm here."

"...Thank you," I said quietly. "But first, I need to speak with the doctor about the results of the tests."

Wright nodded. "I'll meet you in the waiting room."

Together we entered the building but went separate ways once we reached the ICU floor, which was pretty quiet surprisingly. I would have expected more of a commotion here, but it was almost haunting how not many staff were floating around as they were on other floors.

I passed the waiting room, heading left down the hall were the receptionist was on the phone. I waited for her to finish and explained why I was there. With a fluid motion she picked up the phone once more, paging for a doctor. In a few minutes, the same old man from yesterday appeared.

"Hi Mr. Edgeworth," he started. "How about we take a bit of a walk?"

I nodded and followed him as he moved a brisk pace. We didn't stop until we reached the outside of the waiting room. My heart was pounding.

"So, as for the results of the tests. There's good news," he began. "Lyn's brain does still have activity."

"Oh, thank goodness…"

"She's awake now and-"

"Can I see her?"

The man smiled gently. "Yes...however, I must tell you something first."

"What is it…?" I felt my stomach beginning to sink. Was it bad? Was something wrong?

"I'm unsure if Doctor Palmer mentioned it yesterday, but because of the length of time Lyn went without oxygen making it to her brain, there was a strong possibility of brain damage."

"...Is it permanent?"

"At this point, it's difficult to say. However, she's still speaking and understanding things fine. Though, I wanted to ask you what is Lyn normally like since you know her."

I ran a hand through my hair. "I mean, she's usually...upbeat. Happy. Prone to teasing and being playful towards others…"

The doctor nodded. "I see...well, we'll be keeping her under observation for at least a few more days due to contraction of pneumonia. We're just a bit concerned that she might be suffering from hallucinations."

Hallucinations? Would she be alright? Would she be the same…?

"I just wanted to warn you, so you wouldn't be caught off guard. Of course, based on the police description and what you've described, this was a traumatic experience and how she's acting could be a form of a coping mechanism."

"I-I see."

"How about we visit now?" he said tapping his card against the scanner. The doors automatically opened at a slow rate. But it didn't stop the man from slipping through the largest crack he could before power walking ahead of me.

With great caution, I moved at a snail's pace behind him, just wondering what was coming next.

May 20th, 1:25 PM

Hicksfield Clinic, Patient Room 201

It was really weird to be alive again. When I opened my eyes for the first time since drowning, it was a surreal experience. It was like being pulled out of a very vivid dream. Well, that's what the Twilight Inn place had felt like anyway.

I guessed Misty and Gregory had done their jobs because when I first opened my eyes, I saw nothing but white, with an mask over my face, which led me to believe that le gasp! I was in a hospital. And well, I had another surprise.

The original Lyn was right next to me, like standing up next to the bed, amongst the hustle and bustle of the nurses and technicians who had noticed I was alive.

They asked me some basic background questions, how I was doing and telling me when a doctor would be in to talk to me, but not like I was really listening. Only when it was about food. Because I mean, how could I focus when someone that should be...inside was on the outside?

Because of that, I spent most of the time listening and talking to her, more so than the other people in the room.

"1...1...7...6...9...1," I said aloud. I'd been practicing the number for the past 15 minutes. I wanted it fresh in my head.

"I can just tell you the numbers, you know. Like how I did earlier," OG said. I called her OG cause the other Lyn pretty much was gangster. And well, I didn't like calling her me. Because I'm me. I'm Lyn.

"This is getting rather annoying to listen to," she said with her arms folded.

"1...1...7...6...9...1. 1...1...7...6...9...1…! What do you mean it's annoying? ...It's the only way I can remember. And it makes me think hard about what it meant. " I said to her, as she stood near the window.

"You also have company, so you should probably shut up."

I whipped around to face the doorway. There was the doctor...and Miles. Boy, was I happy to see him instead of the stiffs in uniforms and that ungrateful wench OG...But at the moment he was looking at me like I was nuts. The doctor looked mildly concerned.

"Lyn...you have a visitor," said the doctor kindly.

"Oh boy!" I said. "Milely! I'm happy to see you!"

"What on Earth is wrong with you…?" OG face palmed. " 'Milely?' That lack of oxygen must have messed with your head for sure."

"Huh? I'm perfectly fine!" I growled back. "I just miss my baby boy…"

She sighed. "Ohh, geez. We're screwed..."

"Lyn…?" Miles asked gently, as he approached my bedside.

I snapped my attention back to him, my tall handsome best friend, who looked like he could break any minute with his trembling lips and almost forlorn expression.

"Ah...hey there."

I felt like I was bouncing off the walls right now, honestly. Maybe the OG was right in that maybe I totally wasn't right in the head. But I was alive so there was that? Yay, life.

He squeezed me very tightly, not hard enough to break any bones, but tight enough to say "you're here".

"Thank God, you're...alive."

Yes, alive, for I knew and he probably knew, I certainly wasn't okay. Was this what happened when you managed to strike a deal with dead people?

I hugged him back. "I'm...really lucky."

Well, lucky to have had the chance to return anyway. As for the rest...it was debatable. I still had an pneumonia which sucked balls. I felt shitty for one and confused for another.

"I'm so sorry," he said. "If I had been there I'd-"

"Hey...it's not your fault," I said. I was glad he wasn't there because he probably would have been targeted too. "...I know you would have tried to protect me if you were, but I don't want you being all Rambo and stuff, you know?...I'm just glad I can see you again, without saying goodbye."

At those words he squeezed me even tighter, if it was possible, and didn't let go for some time.

"I would tell you to get a room, but it would be difficult with the tubes up your nose, wouldn't it?" snarked the original.

"Shh. Don't ruin the moment!"

Miles slowly pulled away from me, looking with concern. "Lyn...who do you keep talking to?"

"Oh...uhm. It's the other me. You can't see her? She's standing right over there by the window," I pointed at the window for emphasis where OG was shaking her head at me.

He frowned as he looked in that direction. "Lyn, there's no one there."

"And this is why I was telling you, to not talk back to me…just say it in your head," OG said.

"Oh. So, no one can see you besides me," I said.

"Yes, we've been over this a thousand times! Now would you stop responding before everyone thinks we belong in the looney bin?!" OG snapped.

"Sorry!" I said ignoring her and returning my attention to the man in front of me.

"Uh...but she's there! Or I can see her anyway," I said, trying very hard not to look in her direction. "...She's not very happy with your taste in women, by the way."

I could tell he wasn't sure if he could that seriously or not. And thus, he opted to ignore it. "...What was that number you were saying earlier?"

Ah, nuts. He heard it. I was going to open my mouth to explain, but then I rethought it. Klavier had pretty much given up his life to give it to me. In a secretive fashion. So, it had to be very important. I opted for something more unique.

"Oh, you know...it's just the code...for the heart."

"...the code for your heart?"

"Yeah. I'll give you everything with that number. Hah. ahaha," I said snapping my fingers and winking.

Miles responded by rolling his eyes. A typical response to most things I happened to say.

"Actually, it's funny you say that," said the OG. "That number could very well be a code for something."

(Huh...a code, but what for?...Actually come to think about it...)

Klavier had mentioned something about a key to his heart. I had been blabbering, perhaps, not complete and total nonsense.

I had wanted to forget that night, well, that part especially before it all went to hell. When we were playing pool, I hadn't remembered very well how to hold the rod right and he had come up behind me, showing me how it was done...he was sort of flirting with me, I think. And then he had gave me this...key….

The key!

He gave me a key ! In his own words, "the key to my heart", whatever that meant.

Where on earth was it?

Excited, I tried to hop out of bed. Miles stopped me by holding my shoulders in place. "Lyn, what's wrong?"

"I… need something from my clothes! I need to make sure it's still there…"

"Hey...just calm down. I'm sure someone can check for you," Miles said. "You shouldn't be moving around like that until the doctors allow it."

"Indeed," said the old fart doctor. "I can send a nurse to check for your belongings. But in the meantime, you need to move slowly and relax."

I pouted. They didn't understand the gravitas of this situation! It was life or death! Or life or life! Or death or death! Whatever it was, it wasn't good to be delayed!

"Pleaseeeee?" I coughed. On second thought, I guessed not. That cough was enough to make anyone double over as it rattled my insides like a bomb being dropped.

"I'll send for a nurse," the doctor said exiting the doorway.

"Yes, yes, good. Glad you're being useful," I muttered in frustration. I had to get out of here.

"Lyn," Miles started placing a hand on my head. "You're too wound up. I think they want to keep you for a few more days, but if it helps I'll be here."

I mean, that was great. But also not. I couldn't do much in terms of deciphering if he was around. Miles was a smart nosy person. If I couldn't get out of here, I'd have to have someone else do my bidding. He would absolutely be angry with me if I pulled another hospital escape.

Maybe I could entice him with something else? "Well...are you sure? I mean, you must have a lot of work to catch up on."

"Nonsense," he remarked firmly. "You're my priority. Work can wait."

Blast thee affection.

OG adjusted the glasses on her face. "...I suppose we can't get too ahead of ourselves either. We need to determine what that kid meant by the key to his heart first."

Hm. What could the key to Klavier's heart be? Not like it was Ema yet...perhaps music? He loved music a lot.

When I was zoning out as I searched for an answer in my head, Miles had answered his cell phone and was talking with someone.

"Yes...indeed she is," he said. He scrunched his nose up in disapproval as he listened to whoever on the other end. "...I understand. Bye."

He slapped his phone shut and hastily shoved it back into his pocket.

"What was that aboot?"

He cocked his head at my odd pronunciation. "It was Gumshoe. Because you're awake the police wanted to ask you a few questions about the other night."

"More people in uniforms?" I sighed. "I'm over uniforms and questions man…"

"They won't be over for another 30 minutes," he said. "Before that, I'm going to bring Wright to say hello."

I gasped.

"Spiky came to see me too? I'm...so blessed," I sniffed.

"...Mhm. I'll go grab him," Miles said shaking his head as he walked out of the room.

Finally. Some privacy. Now, I could say what the real problem was.

"Damn. How could I not notice what a great butt Edgeworth has?" I asked myself watching him traverse down the hallway.

The OG rubbed her temples. "What the hell does that have to do with anything?"

"I mean, you have to agree. You clearly do."

She did have hints of red upon her face. "It is completely irrelevant to the matter at hand."

"Or IS IT?"

The original Lyn looked at me with a mixture of disappointment and embarrassment. I'm not sure if I agreed with it, though. Those physical attributes were something to be proud of. But, maybe I should get back to whatever it was that was even more important.

"And...what was the matter at hand again?" I asked scratching my head.

She sighed. "So our goal is to answer the question: what's the key to that kid's heart. And once we figure it out, what then?"

"Easy. We send some person to unlock the lock...and bring us the heart."

"Who would that be?"

"There's one girl I know who's great at break ins. And another dude who'll do anything if you bribe him with romance."

"Ah, that's right...Interesting crew you have."

"Whatever works!" I grinned. But I stopped once I saw a nurse in scrubs approaching from down the hall. I had to really focus on making sure no one else saw me talking to OG. It was very annoying. After all, I could see her kinda floating around me like a ghost. Or something. I didn't know.

"Here are your personal belongings in this bag," she said as she laid everything on my lap.

"Gracias."

She left just as quickly as she came in. It worked for me, as I could dig through the fully packed bag without prying eyes or more questions. Immediately, I went for the pants pockets. Inside was my wallet, pen, gum, lint, the paper with the numbers now totally unreadable, and bingo. The key.

I picked it up, examining it closely. It was a simple, golden key. . . Come to think of it, it was pretty familiar. Where had I seen it before...?

"Ah!"

"What is it?" asked OG.

I whispered. "This key...it's a key to a prosecutor's office. It must be the key to his office!"

Her eyes flashed in recognition. "Of course... And if it's the key to his office...that code! That code is probably the number for his safe!"

Omg.

"So, the key let's us into his room, we have the code...we'd just need to find the safe. What do you think is in there?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I don't know why you'd think I'd know. Whatever it is, it must be extremely valuable for him to die trying to give it to you."

Ahhhhhh. I needed to get out of here soon. Whatever was in that safe was meant for me. Hiding the key, I put it back in my pants pocket. I had an inkling of doing terrible things I wasn't supposed to do like leaving the bed to wander the building, but I stopped short when I saw the red man and blue man coming back into the room.

"Hiiiiiiii Spiky," I blurted out. I didn't know why, but it was harder to control the dumb shit I would think of and kept to myself. It was now spewing out of my mouth at an alarming rate. My moments of clarity didn't seem to last too long either.

He started to drip sweat from his brow. "Hi, Lyn. I'm glad to see you awake."

"Me too! And me too!" I said looking in OG's direction. She was now frowning at me a lot more than previously. But I mean, it was rude not to introduce people, right?

"So, how are you feeling?"

"Um...good?" I paused. "Well, if you want a generic answer. I'm glad to be alive. But I'm kinda..."

"A mess," said OG.

"Yes! An absolute mess!" I said slamming my fist into my hand.

"...Well, I hope you make a speedy recovery."

"Ayup, me too, Sonic."

It was Phoenix's turn to be confused. "What do you mean by that?"

"Has no one ever told you, you look like Sonic the Hedgehog?" I tilted my head. "It's obvious, with spiky hair and blue...actually never mind. You're pretty slow. You also only collect evidence, not rings."

"I don't know if I should be insulted or not," he said looking at Edgeworth for help.

Miles just shrugged. "I suppose it's not an entirely inaccurate representation of your appearance."

"What's not to like about a cartoon hedgehog?" I asked grinning. "But it's okay. Doesn't mean you're ugly or anything. Maybe goofy, but not ugly. But you know you have a lot of fan girls, where I come from!"

"Wh-what...?" Now, Phoenix was blushing as bright as a cherry.

"Hehe, yup! There's a whole lot of fanfictions about you...a whole lot...hehehe..." I found myself drooling over some of the ones I read before I came to this world.

"I...I'm not going to ask," Phoenix said rubbing that back of his head. "Though, I am dying to know..."

"...I think you're better off not knowing, Wright."

"Don't be jealous, Edgeworth."

"No, no, don't worry, Miles! There's absurd writings about you all over the place. And...even better art..."

It was now Edgeworth's turn to flush.

"Well...I'm glad that you're doing a lot better, but I think, I should go..." Phoenix said nervously. "Just to let you guys have your alone time."

"You can only leave if you promise one thing," I said looking at him directly in his pretty blue eyes.

"Erm, what is that?"

"You keep your grubby paws off Miles. Got it?" I said arms folded.

The barbed headed attorney's eyes widened before he paled. "...Believe me. I'm not interested. At all."

"Likewise."

I shook my head. He wouldn't fool me! I was on to this game.

"Hmph! You say that, but I see the way you bicker inside court with your hold its...and take that's and objections...and desk slamming...and outside court with those arguments that last eons like an old married couple...! Aah... You're just waiting for your real chance, aren't you...? ...Actually, when you do take the chance, let me know..." my face suddenly felt warm. "I'd love to write about it…heheh..."

My words created an interesting response. They refused to look at each directly and they were as bright as strawberries.

"You are being a terrible person. Stop this," demanded OG glaring at me.

"I'm being terrible…?" I asked looking at her. "But isn't it good to be bad? I've always been a bad girl. You can't change the facts ma'am ...Don't be such a puritan...jeez."

"Lyn...?" asked Phoenix. When I looked at him, he looked still embarrassed, but more confused than he had been before. I really had to stop talking out loud to her, but it was hard cause I kept forgetting.

I folded my arms taking heed into what OG said about being bad. "I guess I changed my mind. You can have Miles. But only on weekends! Every other day of the week he's mine!"

"...Well, I'll leave you to it, Edgeworth. I think I've seen a glimpse into a world I never wanted to know about," Phoenix said sweating buckets, still red in the face. He quickly patted Edgeworth's shoulders. "If anything major happens, let me know. I'll be around. Bye! "

He didn't even give Miles a chance to respond as he bolted out of the room like a bat out of hell.

"Aww...he's already gone," I pouted. It was a pity because I was going to tell him about the other ships involving him. But it was a story for another day. I actually was starting to get tired anyway.

The demon released a heavy sigh, as he pulled up a chair to my bedside. It seemed he was tired, though if it were because of staying up late or because of me, it was hard to tell.

"I'm just saying. No one's gonna steal you away."

"Good grief." His cheeks flared up in another shade of red. "Why don't you just stop talking and rest right now?"

"But I-"

"Quiet."

Well, someone was master of this domain and it wasn't me. So I shut up, uncomfortably twiddling my thumbs. Sleep was for the weak, so I wouldn't bother closing my eyes even if I was tired. Besides, the words wanted to spill out of my mouth like someone who had accidentally ingested rat poison and needed to puke.

So, I thought of cats in the mean time. Miles was like a cat honestly. He'd be nice to you sometimes, and then be mean to you at others. Sometimes he wanted attention and other times he was too focused on work to want to do anything else. He was also prissy. Maybe he was a cat in disguise. Or a human cat.

And as I thought of the numerous possibilities as to why a man who preferred dogs, acted as snooty as a cat would, there was a knock at the door.

We looked up to see the big lovable oaf only known as Gumshoe entering the room.

"Ms. Doom! Boy am I glad to see you're doing well, sir!" he said with a grin so wide you'd think his face would fall off.

"Me too!" I said feeling his excited energy.

"Hi, Mr. Edgeworth," the detective said nodding towards Miles a bit more solemnly. Miles simply replied with a curt hello.

Gumshoe scratched the back of his head nervously. "Anyway, I'm sorry I have to come in when you just woke up, but we have some questions."

"Yay..." I said mockingly waving my hands in the air like a kid on a children's TV show. "Don't keep me in suspense."

"To start, what were you doing on the night of Friday the 19th?" he asked as he whipped out a yellow notepad and pen.

I clicked my tongue. "Meeting with wannabe sex bomb."

Gumshoe flushed. "Um, who?"

"The faux European goat, Klavier."

"Gavin, right?" he queried deeper.

"Who the hell else is named after an instrument in German in this city?" I huffed.

Taken aback, he awkwardly turned the next page in his pad after scribbling things down. "...A-Alright...what did you meet about?"

"He wanted to talk about things bothering him, you know. Girls. Music. His evil brother. All things teenage boys usually go through." OG just looked at me like wtf, but I merely shrugged in response. I mean, we talked about a lot that night.

"And did you go by yourself?" Gumshoe asked.

"I wanted to, but I was accompanied by a guard that Miles hired. He didn't think it was safe for me to go by myself with the kidnapping incident and this sudden emergence of the guy who's been gone for weeks," I said folding my arms at the memory. "And all the good that did...should have hired a guard for the guard."

"And then what happened?"

"Um...We went to the bar together. Klavier was in a private room, while my guard was in another private room nearby in case anything happened," I said tilting my head back, trying to remember all the details. "We chatted, played pool, and had dinner. He spilled some wine on me, I went to the bathroom to clean it up and when I came back. BOOm! Dead! Completely dead."

"Can you recall the state of the body?" he asked still writing. For such a big lug of a dude, he had a fast writing hand.

"What's a state?"

He blinked. "...Erm, condition. How did you find it?"

"Dead."

"No, no, I mean, how was it positioned?" he asked sweating.

"Huuuh? It posed? I suppose he was glamorous enough to strike a pose even in death."

The poor man was at his wits end. "No...I mean...when you left the room where was he?"

"At the table."

"And when you came back where was he?"

"On the pool table bleeding."

"And what then?"

"What do you mean what then?" What the heck kinda question was that?

"I freaked the hell out! I tried to see if he was still alive, but I knew he was gone. I got out of that room, and called 911. Then I buzzed the guard for assistance but he never showed up. I felt anxious being in the hall by myself, and went to look for the dude, and found a cracked door. Next thing I knew, I went in and BOOM! He was dead too! Fucking awful...slit throat in a chair…"

"What happened next?"

"I called Miles this time, telling him what fuckery was happening. And then I heard a noise outside of the door and high tailed it outta there into my car."

"Why'd you do that?" Gumshoe inquired. Man, I was starting to get tired of these repetitive questions.

"Why do you run out of the way of speeding traffic?"

"...To not get hit by a car?"

"Yes, it's the same idea then," I frowned. "I WAS NOT dying next!"

"Um, Ms. Doom it would help if you gave your answers to me straight," he said meekly.

I was offended. "Why do my answers have to be straight? Why can't my answers be gay?"

"What-"

"That's offensive language, detective! I should deduct your salary for such ignorance. Answers can also be gay, and they could very well be questioning!" I pointed.

Gumshoe slumped his shoulders, like a child who's been chastised by his parents for not doing well on an exam. "Yes, sir..."

My spiel out of the way, I continued on, growing more bored by the second. "...Anyway. What else?"

"Um…"

"Come on, buster, LAY it on me."

He shuffled through the notes he had so far, maybe reviewing everything. "...After you got back to your car, what happened next?"

"Like I said, I got in and hit the pedal to the metal. I needed to make sure I made it out of there in one piece. But after a while I noticed a couple people following me. I kept switching lanes and sure enough they were on my tail so I tried to lose them. They kept ramming into me...I kinda forget what happened here. I just know I fell into the water."

Gumshoe diligently took down the notes. Once he was finished he smiled happily, as if glad that that ordeal was over. "Okay. I think that's it for now. We're working on figuring out who were in those cars."

"Well, thank gods for that. They nearly killed me."

"Any questions you have for me, sir?" the detective asked, putting his notepad back in his giant pocket.

I was going to say no, but then I remembered how my phone wasn't with any of the items in the bag the nurse gave me.

"Actually, have you seen my phone?"

"Ah! I almost forgot. We already examined it at the lab and have everything we need from it, so here," he said reaching into his other pocket. Lo and behold, he passed me my tore down black phone with sliding panels.

"Thanks!" I said as I eagerly snatched my life line out of his hands. It was my chance to send an SOS for my next mission.

"Now, that that's done...I do need to talk to you as well, Mr. Edgeworth," he said with reluctance.

"I understand," Miles said, though it sounded like he was still annoyed. "Let's talk outside. There were a few things I wanted to inquire about."

Gumshoe nodded, fixing the pencil behind his ear. Miles stood from his seat beside me and walked out with Gumshoe trudging behind.

Yes! With Miles out of the room I could do this. I powered on my phone, waiting impatiently for the screen to turn on.

"Who do you plan on contacting?" OG asked, observing with mild interest.

"Kay. She's a brighter bulb than Larry who would probably just blurt out the plan and screw us over. Or maybe just act so suspicious it'd screw us over. Plus Kay...she can do the dirty work like a pro."

"Relying on a teenager to do the heavy lifting. Tsk. Tsk."

"What? Not like it's child labor or anything. I'm paying her in experience. It's an internship."

"You'd make a good corporation."

"Right?" I smirked. "You know, it's nice to see you can be less of a bitch."

She folded her arms and refused to look at me directly. "It's only because your brain is too broken right now to think everything through."

Yeah, suuuuuuure. It was probably because of the merge happening between the two of us. Unless, she was pretending to be a harden thug earlier, but at this point it was a whatever.

Now, that the phone was on, I quickly scrolled to my contacts to Kay Faraday and started typing away:

Hey Kay, it's Lyn! Now, this is kindaaaaa shocking, but I almost died. I'm in the Hicksfield Clinic in the ICU on the 2nd floor. I'm texting, not for pity, but for help. Someone left me...a clue. And I need you to use your Yatagarasu skills to help me out by-

"Hey. I don't think it's a good idea to write out what you want her to do in text. The police have checked your phone, who knows if they'll check it again," OG pointed out, as she now was standing over my shoulder.

Ah. I didn't want to admit it, but she had a point. I fixed my message:

...to help me figure out the mystery. Everything you need to solve the mystery will be with me in my room. So, it would be really, really great if you could swing by today.

Yes, it was way more vague, but gave enough info, I thought. In about 5 minutes, I got a reply:

Oh no! I hope you're alright now! I'll be over today ASAP. The Yatagarasu never turns down a noble quest for a friend in need!

I laughed. This quest may not have necessarily been noble, but if it would help understand the mystery of Friday night I'd do it...or get someone else to do it for me.

You da real MVP, Kay! I wrote back. I'd have to give a good reward for this, but I had plenty of time to think about it.

"Actually, how are you gonna explain this with Miles around? You know he'd stop you dead in your tracks."

Crap. He'd still be around, unless Gumshoe could keep him talking the whole time, which was obviously, not going to happen. At first, I thought it would be a dead end, but I remembered I had paper and pen in my bag of belongings. I reached into the bag which was still on my lap, finding the items. The paper had dried, although you could tell it had been soggy as fuck. I just hoped the pen would work.

As I forced the pen on to the paper on my leg, I did manage to get ink spurts here and there. It was a pain in the ass, but I did manage to get what I wanted to say onto the page:

Use key on door to office 616 at Prosecutor's Office. Code number to hidden safe you must find in office 616 is 117691. Return with contents of safe as soon as possible. Burn note when finished, leave key inside office.

I placed the key inside the note and folded it all up. Throwing it back into my bag as a hiding spot until Kay got there, I held the bag close to me as I closed my eyes. Maybe the excitement drained me more than I thought, or maybe it was the pneumonia. It was probably the pneumonia. But a quick cat nap wouldn't hurt.

May 20th, 5:01 PM

Hicksfield Clinic, Patient Room 201

"Lyn!" said a feminine voice in my ear. "Psst! Lyn, wakey wakey!"

"Nrgh...are you the Muffin Man?"

"No!" she whispered. "I'm the great Yatagarasu! Here to fulfill your request!"

I rubbed my eyes, under my glasses. "Kay, you made it-"

"SHH!" she said, eyeing Miles who was fast asleep in the chair next to my bed. "I figure you wanted something that Mr. Edgeworth probably wouldn't like, so let's not wake him up and make our lives more difficult."

"Ah..." I responded more quietly. "Thanks, you're right. He'd be a pain in the ass to deal with and I doubt he'd let you out of the hospital."

The bag was still in my lap, so I reached inside for the piece of paper holding the key to everything. Maybe. Or so I hoped anyway. "Here you go. Everything about the mission is inside...It would be a great help if you could bring me what I need by tomorrow. I know that's fast, but this is an emergency. Someone pretty much died to get me this info."

Her mouth widened at my words. "Wow, that does sound pretty important."

"Yeah, very. That's why I'm entrusting you with it."

"Well, say no more. The great thief is on it!" she said raising her fist into the air, as she shoved the paper with the key into her bag. "Anyway, what happened? Are you okay?"

"Thanks," I nodded. "...Eh. I don't want to talk about it much. It was pretty terrible with two murders...and a car crash that ended with me drowned for a bit. I'm alive, I guess."

She gasped. "That's awful! Who did that to you?"

"The police are still working on it-"

"I'm gonna get to work! The great thief will help you bring that criminal to justice!" the girl said rubbing her nose. "I'll be back as soon as I can with the goods!"

"Thanks," I said, though I had no idea if she heard it because she rushed out, right past some doctors and nurses down the hall. "I guess...she's on the case?" OG asked, twirling her glasses.

"I wouldn't worry about Kay. She's just...excitable." Hopefully whatever is in that safe would be in my hands soon enough.

I looked at Miles and how his chest was rising and falling. I had wondered how long he had been asleep for. He wasn't kidding about sticking around even though he needed sleep. It was just like before, the last time I had ended up in the hospital, though he did seem to be more emotional this time. I guessed...I really did mean something to him? While I felt bad, if he was that concerned, it made me happy in a way. I wasn't even sure if it made sense, but I was glad he cared enough to stay around. I wanted to give him a head pat, but he was too far away for me to reach.

Groaning, I folded my arms. Hopefully, I could move more freely tomorrow. And maybe I needed sleep since I felt a little less insane. Though, OG was still talking to me. And I could still see her. I honestly, had no idea if I was just imagining her outside of me or what, but it really did feel like she was there. despite no one else noticing her. Even if it was just a figment of my imagination, she was helpful when she wasn't snarking at me. And it made me feel like we had a real shot of getting her life mostly back to normal when we worked together.

With little else to do besides think, I tried to get some more sleep.

May 21st, 7:00 AM

Hicksfield Clinic, Patient Room 201

I didn't enjoy being up so early, but that was just the time my body wanted to get up today. The other night, Miles had woken me up around 10 and told me he'd be back early tomorrow, or rather today. He hadn't arrived yet, but it was still pretty earlier by my standards.

The doctor cleared me to walk around, but I wasn't breathing too great yet without equipment so that was still on me. I started taking these giant horse pills as antibiotics too. They were way too uncomfortable to swallow.

I had some crummy breakfast food, the nurse brought in for me, being a crumbly muffin and a milk. It wasn't that good, but I had little hopes for hospital food to begin with.

Left alone to my boredom once the scraps of food were taken away, I played with my phone for a while.

"Guess who's back?!"

I snapped my head up immediately, dropping my phone on the bed. "Jesus Christ, you scared me!"

"Oops," Kay smiled sheepishly. She must have entered the room when I was distracted by Candy Crush. "Sorry bout that, Lyn! But! I got what you wanted!"

She was holding a lavender colored book in her hand and extending to me. Gingerly, I took it. The cover was smooth, and the pages as far as I could see were golden. Hm. Fancy.

"It was the only thing in there and took a bit of work to find, but they don't call me the Yatagarasu for nothing!"

"And you did everything else I asked in the note?"

"Yup!"

I grinned. Now, no one would be able to trace it back to her and hopefully me. "Thanks so much. You're literally a life saver. I'd be totally screwed if not for this."

"Of course, always in to fight for justice," she said striking a peace sign. "It was a good exercise too! There wasn't much security, but I had to crawl around a lot."

I chuckled. "Well, I'm glad it helped you practice for your big targets. Anyway, when I get out of here, we'll do something special."

"Woo! It better be a trip to Gatewater Land!" she said jumping up and down. "But, get better soon, okay?"

"I'll do my best," I nodded.

"Then my work here is done!" she announced as though she were some sort of superhero. "Till next time, citizen!"

And unlike how she entered the room quietly, she pretty much trotted away onto whatever other adventures she had going. I swear she could use a leash. But whoever was holding the other end would be sure to be dragged along.

"Here it is," OG said staring at the book, holding her breath in anticipation.

Indeed. This is what Klavier wanted to get to me. A book. With shaking fingertips, I opened it up. There was beautiful handwriting on the first page, which was lengthy. With heightened interest I read:

I will be blunt: If you are reading my journal, I am deceased. Most likely killed. It will not be an accident by any means. It might look like an accident, but it will not be, I assure you.

That said, what I am about to tell you is urgent. You must not allow my notes to fall into anyone else's hands that are not your own. Not even the police. Especially, not the authorities. They cannot be trusted. Once this is found by them, it will be destroyed. If by any chance you cannot save this journal, memorize its contents like your life depended it on. Simply because it does.

You may be asking why, I would want to give this journal to you of all people. Why I would expect you, who hates me, to follow my instructions and heed my warnings. I do not blame you. I was never a fan of you either, but what is happening behind the scenes is more than dramatics between those who dislike each other.

This is not because I care about you or your well being. I want revenge, plain and simple. However, there is incentive in this for you. But before I touch upon that, let me make it clear:

The Seeker Organization is planning to create absolute chaos across the globe. What they want is unfathomable, but if they achieve their goals they will have created a dystopia in which law does not reign supreme. Of course, the law is easily manipulated with its many loopholes. However, what they want is to tear down its structures all together and create something they refer to as the Dark Age Of the Law.

The Dark Age would make it so that any attorney, prosecutor, or judge would go distrusted by the public. With the lack of faith in public eye, people would no longer be concerned about the courts and rulings, allowing all sorts of shady individuals to roam free without consequence.

As I've said, I have no problem with exploitation of the fragility in inadequate sets of rules. But this is barbaric and tasteless on many accounts. Us legal people thrive on public opinion...and without the masses on your side it will make our jobs difficult. Unless, one would like to engage in dirty underhanded tactics with unsavory clientele on a regular basis. And of course, its larger implications mean that it will be far easier for those in power to keep abusing it. Politicians, CEOs, celebrities etc...these people will be paying their way to their proper verdicts. And others will pay to convict...

Do I truly care? No, I do not. I do, think it's lacking taste and class in any rate. However, I warn you because Seeker will do whatever it takes to achieve its goals. They have no morals. Just pure ambition...perhaps it could be the reason they thought I would be on board with their little idea. But I work alone.

If you do not wish to be swept up in their ambitions, I suggest you read carefully. Los Angeles is a cesspool of corruption already. Seeker is preparing for its final push to create a Dark Age here. They most likely will succeed. And once it succeeds here, they will be focusing their attention on other areas around the globe.

I warn you only because they are targeting law officials. If I am dead, they will manipulate this to their advantage. Anyone is up for grabs. No one in the legal world is safe. It will only take perhaps, 1 or 2 more disappointments...and the whole thing will come crashing down, just like Seeker wants. The people have been trusting us less and less. If it continues, there will be no trust. And with no trust, why should we care about doing things the right way? Getting the right person? It will boil down to fun and games. A game of corruption, if you will.

And when that happens, the rates of crime will rise. The idea of justice will become...a joke, really.

And you and your little friends will have to watch your backs.

They made the mistake of crossing me because in this journal you will find all of the intel I've gathered on the organization in the past year. So, I imagine, if you want to protect yourself...your friends...and that truth you so care about so much...you will take what I have to say seriously.

Destroy them.

-Kristoph Gavin

My jaw had dropped open. If it could have hit the floor it would have.

What...what the hell did I just read?! Why the fuck was this in Klavier's safe? Why was Kristoph predicting his own death? And Seeker...a name I had nearly forgotten. They were behind it? Just...what was going on?

Evidence:

Prosecutor's badge: With this, I can prove I'm a prosecutor. Dunno why we don't wear them on our lapels like defense attorneys though.

Magatama: Magical sacred charm that should allow me to communicate with Mia.

Klavier's note: It reads: remember 117691. As to what on earth this could mean, I don't know...

Kristoph's journal: Predicts his death at the hands of the Seeker organization and everything about them...

Profiles:

Maya Fey: Age 20. Probably my best friend at this point.

Miles Edgeworth: Age 27. My...partner in crime in a sense.

Detective Gumshoe: Age 34. The guy who's saved my hide more times than I can count.

Judge: Age ?. Oldtimer judge. No one knows his real name.

Mia Fey: Deceased. My spirit guide who pops by occasionally to give advice.

Phoenix Wright: Age 27. Pretty awesome dude. We make fun of Miles together.

Klavier Gavin: Deceased. A good kid who's life was taken prematurely.

Kristoph Gavin: Deceased. A terrible person. Has apparently gone mad?

Kay Faraday: Age 17. Ninja warrior friend who's always down for an adventure.