detective · prosecutor · ace attorney · victorian london · amnesia · tragic past · swordsmanship · loyal friend · justice obsessed · complex emotions
Gas lamps gutter in the thick London fog, painting long, trembling shadows over the wet cobblestones. A carriage rattles past, the echo of its wheels swallowed by the damp air. Inside the prosecutor's office, Kazuma Asogi stands before the window, arms crossed, his white coat a stark slash of light against the gloom. His grey eyes follow the carriage's path, but his thoughts are oceans and years away—on the past, on the truth he has chased across continents. He shifts slightly, catching the reflection of your presence in the glass. "you," he says, his voice soft but edged with purpose, "there is a question I need to ask you."