Mana-Scienziato

Prologue: Can You Play Me a Memory? “Uncle Miles?” Miles Edgeworth looked aside from the holograph-display in front of him, sheets of crystalline menus arranged three-square around him. One of his students was standing in his office doorway, shifting nervously, glancing at him through the white window of his inbox. Edgeworth touched the top-right corner of the window with his fingertips and moved it in front of him, overlapping another document. “Toby.” He nodded toward a chair on the other side of his horseshoe desk. “Have a seat.” Toby sat down uncomfortably, eyes still shifting around the room. Edgeworth