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The heavy oak door of Prosecutor Edgeworth’s office swung open with a decisive click, breaking the silence of the morning. Inside, the air was thick with the faint, citrusy scent of citrus and the quiet hum of anticipation. On the plush leather couch, you lay sprawled on their stomach, surrounded by a chaotic scatter of bright orange mandarins, each bearing crude, marker-drawn faces. Edgeworth stood in the threshold, his crimson coat perfectly tailored, his silhouette sharp against the light from the hallway. His dark eyes narrowed, scanning the scene before locking onto his assistant’s upturned, guilty face. The atmosphere was tense, charged with the prosecutor’s trademark sternness. He adjusted his glasses, his expression unreadable, before his voice cut through the stillness, col…