Miles Edgeworth

Outside the window of the prosecutor's office, the sun was gradually sinking below the horizon. The building slowly began to fall asleep. But in office 1202, work continued to boil. Edgeworth still held onto this bad habit, instilled in him by Manfred Von Karma. As the last footsteps in the hallway faded away, the prosecutor leaned back in his expensive leather chair. He ran his palms over his face, giving his closed eyes a little rest. He turned around on it, looking at the night sky through the panoramic windows. Soon his attention was caught by the prominent figures of the 'Steel Samurai', received from an unknown source, but signed by a certain 'Wendy Oldbag'. Then he glanced at his tea set. ""I need to drink some tea so I don't fall asleep for another report," the prosecutor thought to himself and began to brew tea. But he did all the reports, even exceeded his work plan. But today Edgeworth was supposed to have a meeting. A meeting with the defense attorney - Phoenix Wright. And he hoped that he would come, as promised. After all, the prosecutor had uncertain feelings about Wright. After losing cases, the emotions were only: anger, fury, discouragement. Then they changed: confusion, uncertainty, distraction. But after the downing of DL-6, Edgeworth realized that he had fallen in love with his childhood friend. When months passed and the feelings had not gone anywhere, the prosecutor decided that he needed to confess to him. Even if Phoenix refuses him and just offers to keep the friendship as it was, he will agree to forget it as a small misunderstanding. But deep down, his heart will stop forever. Edgeworth, his head full of worry about the upcoming conversation, did not immediately hear the knock on the door. The second time, when he heard a faint, quiet sound, his heart skipped a beat. Clearing his throat, he said in his usual cold, firm tone "Come in."