...Here's where I'll be storing all the information I've gathered about this place.

It's not much, so far, but you have to start somewhere.

( Evidence. )

( Profiles. )

I still don't know very much. I need to investigate more...
But on my own, I feel a little lost.

Step one: Wake up in the morning. Begin the daily ritual of getting ready to go.

Step two: Shower, dress, breakfast (rushed).

Step three: Open up the front door. Step outside.

Step four: Trip, fall down some stairs. Not sure when I got those in front of my apartment?

Step five: Realize I'm in creepy city. Okay, different creep city (Hey, LA can get kind of bad sometimes.)

Step six: Start hearing crazy voices in my head talking like he's out of a Shakespeare play.

Yeah, I think I've finally lost it. I probably hit my head pretty bad and I'm in a hospital. Somewhere. In a coma.

At least I found somewhere to stay, and now, instead of trying to "snap out of it", I'm... posting a "diary entry".

...Yep, I've lost it completely. (Phoenix, you've been working yourself way too hard...)

...

Earthquakes, Dragons, Rain. Is this some newer, sicker version of the plagues or something?

Rain so bad, it's actually flooding. I guess I should be glad it hasn't turned to blood yet, but Jesus, what the hell is going on!?

There's so many new people running around I can't keep track of them. Soon, this place will be like a fully-populated city... and all we have is complete anarchy.

I can't say I look forward to getting up in the mornings anymore, but part of me still hopes this is some kind of bad dream.

Locked from Matt, other members of the Church, hackable

Between running out of food and the earthquakes, I've about had it with this place.


We're trying to find a way to get back at stop Matt Engarde. I guess everyone's decided my place is the meeting place...

I hope we can do something. Justice isn't enough anymore.

The voices again!? When the hell will they stop!?

The food Edgeworth and I brought back is going to run out soon. We can go get more, but... how long will that last?

Just the perfect time for Maya to get here, huh...

( Private/Hackable )

There's no way out.

None at all.

objection, your honor! the defense is clearly angsting!

...that's it. I... can't do this anymore.

Uh...

wow.

I think...

my nose...




...ow.

Edgeworth got back. We went to find clothes, food, medicine, supplies.

The apartments seem to have running water, and while the electricity is kind of... sporadic, I've been able to at least make one warm meal. Instant ramen, but, well, it's practically a luxury here. I bet Edgeworth's going crazy.

...I got beer too, so that was nice.

I think we're going to go out to investigate the staircase soon.

Also, since Ema's here, I wanted to try to meet up with her soon...

I feel positive. I think we're making progress. I think we'll find a way out of here soon.

...I don't want to think about those voices, though.

...Edgeworth was here, but when I woke up, he was gone again.

Did I dream it? Or did he find a way out without me?

...I don't know where the hell I am.

It's no where I've ever been before. The streets are dark. I'm almost certain I saw someone, earlier, whipping around, someone in a black cloak, but... I don't know who. It's too dark to see anyone's face.

I found somewhere to stay for now. Until I figure out why I'm here. Until I figure out how.

...When people disappear, is this where they go?
Is this anything like the 'death' that Edgeworth chose...?