#zelnite01

Thirteen-year-old Franziska von Karma does not particularly like children. She, of course, is practically a grown-up -- she’ll be earning her prosecutor’s badge in just a few months, and maybe her papa will be proud of her. What’s more, she’ll beat Miles Edgeworth and become the youngest ever prosecutor, so he can just enjoy his shiny badge for now.

She doesn’t understand why she’s in such a foolishly crumbling city, but being the perfectly intelligent young woman that she is, she’ll be able to solve the mystery in mere moments. Perhaps if Miles Edgeworth is here, they can make it into a competition, one which she’ll surely win. Or perhaps, she could just find her papa and ask him...

She’s pondering these options when she nearly trips over a broken chunk of presumably used to be a building. Fortunately, she manages to catch herself before she falls, but she sees some little brat who probably saw everything. If he’s judging her, then he should first learn who he’s judging!

----[♕] His surroundings shift from the crumbling city walls to an unfamiliar world, though the edges appear slightly blurred. He feels a sense of urgency, a sense of anxiety, though he does not know why his palms grow sweaty as his fingers more tightly grip his wooden spear. A deep inhale and exhale, and he looks around. Nobody.

But then, he hears footsteps. His heart leaps into his throat as he whirls around and points his weapon at the stranger.

“What are you doing here?”