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Personal Testimony: Miles Edgeworth (confidante and legal relative of defendant)

The hardest thing about their being together came every month.

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It wasn't her lunatic mood swings, if you're asking. It's his lunacy.

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Let me finish, Wright. You know I don't make things up.

The way I understood it from Franziska, every month, he'd go into these, erm, fits. The way he grew aggressive, feral and the most wolf-like he'll ever be. And the way he grew fangs, and claws and fur. The way he hungered for flesh in the literal sense, and the way it scared Franziska into desperation.

She thought she could brave the "novelty" of her dear soldier-dragon. Apparently, Lang warned her often when they started going out. "What's another quirk?" she said, "You are still the apple of my eye, no matter how hairy you might get." She told me she thought it was a joke at first but she soon found out the truth.

He soon gave up. He trusted Franziska and he knew her person. He trusted her fully but there was one thing he couldn't bring himself to tell her. It was the one shame he kept to the grave. No one knew until the very trial. And we have you to thank for that.

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They were going out for a few years now. Franziska, surprisingly, lived with him. She must love him dearly to do as much. Last I heard, they were going to officiate it. She promised him that she would take care of him, like the perfect lover should. And yet, Franziska found herself getting more and more strained whenever he changes under the full moon.

The only thing I know of in full detail is the incident of her first witnessing the transformation and the beast she discovered. She told me she had to hide out on the roof until morning that night. Earlier that evening, Lang was pestering her to tie him up and lock him in the cellar. She was indignant that he would ask her of such a strange and demeaning request. As you could expect, she refused and she actually went to bed alone, telling him to go sleep on the couch until he decided to be sane again. She then awoke to the sound of howling downstairs. She saw that Lang wasn't by her side and immediately recalled he was still downstairs. Fearing for his safety, she tells me that she got out of bed and looked for him. She started to panic when she saw Lang's clothes ripped to shreds. But before she even began calling out his name, she found him. Rather, he found her. You can only imagine the state of shock she was in to come face to face with a humanoid-wolf creature.

She told me she was frozen in shock. The creature approached her rather menacingly. She slowly backed away, feeling the sweat trickle down her face. Honestly, I don't know anyone who could react calmly to such a supernatural encounter such as this. Then all of a sudden, she whipped the creature.

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Oh? Well, she's always brought it everywhere. She's telling the truth about that, trust me. Last I saw Agent Lang, he had a bandage across his nose.

Now, where were we? Out of impulse, she whipped the creature. It gave out a pained and an extremely loud howl. It was enough to snap her out of her frozen stupor and send her running upstairs. Naturally the creature gave chase. That's how she wound up on the roof for the entire evening. She tells me that she fell asleep to the sound of howling, growling, and clawing at the attic entrance.

When morning came to and the sun went up, she saw Lang on the balcony. He was lying there, curled up and looking exhausted. His clothes were gone so the first thing Franziska did was to carry him inside the bedroom, away from any nosy neighbours' eyes.

She checked him thoroughly and saw that he had some blood around his mouth. He also had a few bruises and scratches all over but what struck Franziska the most was the red mark across Agent Lang's face. He came to in a bit and immediately buried himself in Franziska's lap. He held her tight and he was weeping. Slowly, Franziska pieced together what was going on.

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This is what she told me. I know. It's hard to imagine but give the guy some slack. It was a traumatic night for both of them, I assume. Franziska asked him to verify what was really going on and Lang just said, "I told you so." and subsequently passed out.

It was a shock for her, really. I had to go through the brunt of the hysterics and the displaced whipping. After a few weeks, she got over it and faced it like herself, the wild mare that she is. However, every month, she tells me she's had to lock him up and chain him. She felt extremely foolish to do such a precaution but Lang convinced her otherwise. It was necessary, after all. It was for her sake, not just his.

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Personally, I didn't notice much change in Franziska over the past few months. Perhaps she was looking more tired than usual, or even less energetic about whipping us and her subordinates at the prosecutor's office. As for Agent Lang, well, you know his type. Never one to lose face, that man. I understand he has profound trust in his subordinates and in other people he works with but this was a surprisingly personal matter when I first found out about it. Heck, I thought Franziska was joking as well. When I figured Franziska was with a lack of any such imagination herself, it dawned to me that it there had to be some truth in what she said.

I had my suspicions about his behaviour in the last few months as when I noticed Franziska was less energetic than her usual self. Even if it was probably because Franziska had told me long before, I might've noticed a couple of things but there was nothing identifiably different about him. He was still arrogant, boisterous and actively quoting his ancestor like on any usual day I encounter him.

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I honestly never expected something like this to come up. Not if Franziska's involved. It surprised me when she called two days ago and she was stuttering. Would you believe that? Franziska! Stuttering! I immediately rushed to their house and saw the mess on their front porch. There was a pool of blood around them. Agent Lang was dead. A knife was sticking out of his stomach. Franziska was holding him close to her and she was weeping. She too was covered in blood, as if from a struggle.

You may already know the report they sent in. That only Franziska's blood and Lang's blood were found throughout the entire house. The state that it was in, they were certain there was a struggle of some sort. In the cellar, they found its door was crumpled a heap off to the side. Inside, cuffs and chains and some pieces of the wall were strewn about. They couldn't make heads or tails of it but it was as though someone was being restrained but managed to escape. They also found traces of Lang's blood on some of the broken cuffs.

Thanks to you, we now know it Franziska and Lang's attempts to solve the problem on their own.

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*sigh* I'm sorry. That's all I can say with confidence. It would be best if you ask her for the full details. I mean, I may be her confidante but only really next to herself.

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I'm sorry for not telling the whole story to you straightaway but I fear you may be misinformed if it came from me. I feel awful for Franziska. But understand this: only she can be strong for herself at this point on. I'm sure you understand.

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But.. please…take it easy on her. She is still…family to me.

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Find the truth, Wright. Good luck.