December 3, 2026.
Location: The Wright Residence

"Here ya go, Polly!" said an upright Trucy grasping her top hat because it had almost fallen off due to her Sonic-The-Hedgehog like run down the hall.

She faced and opened a door that read "Phoenix’s Room", and went in. She couldn’t look any more suspicious in doing so.

"Here it is!’’, she picked up a dusty laptop.

She dusted it off, and handed it to me. I took it, and thanked her.

"Polly, I’ll be outside practicing a trick that Uncle Valant taught me.’’

"What is It?’’, I asked.

“It’s a surprise, so don’t come outside!”

She closed the door behind her, and I sat down on what I believed to be a swivel chair. I cautiously opened the laptop, and pressed the on button. The computer was loading when I took a quick glance at a picture frame that was facing the wall. I turned it around, and inside was a picture of two girls. They were wearing the oddest clothing, and a strange gem in the middle of their necklaces. On the bottom it read, ‘’With Love, Maya.’’ While I pondered on if I had ever heard that name before, the computer made a *ping* noise, and the computer asked me if I wanted to update my Itunes software. I clicked ‘’Cancel’’, only to reveal a single folder on the desktop that read ‘’Court Record.’’

I quickly thought to myself, “Click the folder, what Mr. Wright doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?’’, I couldn’t help myself any longer, and double clicked the folder. The screen went pitch black, and an icon of an Attorneys Badge appeared along with icons of the years 2013-2019. It asked me which year and case number I would like to read about. I chose the year 2018, and three cases appeared on the screen. "State vs. Engarde’’, "State vs. Delite’’, and "State vs. Byrde.’’ Naturally, I clicked on the first one, only to be confronted by a slow loading bar. While it loaded, I couldn’t help but thinking if this had anything to do with the child actor named "Matt Engarde’’, I had watched his show called "Nickel Samurai’’, as a child.


The screen read:

Synopsis: Child Actor Matt Engarde was accused of killing Juan Corrida, otherwise known as The Jammin Ninja.

Case Status: Matt Engarde was found Guilty, after a man named Shelley De Killer (Real Name Unknown), testified to being hired by Matt Engarde to kill Juan Corrida.

Side Notes: Matt Engarde managed to get out on a $1,000,000 bail, only to be found dead three days later in his villa, with a single stab wound to the carotid artery. Only one piece of evidence was found, and that was a laminated card with a Shell Logo on it.

......

Before I let all that information sink in, I heard the door open. I quickly closed the Court Records window, and turned myself around only to find out that I was not sitting in a swivel chair. I fell to the ground, taking the chair with me.

"You alright?’’, I heard a familiar voice ask.

I stood up, and found myself face to face with Mr. Wright himself.

"What were you watching on there? Porn?’’, he said with a smile.

"OH MY GOD, NO I WAS------" I screamed.

"No need to scream, save it for the courtroom tomorrow.’’ he replied.

"Tomorrow…?’’, I looked at him.
"Yeah, I got you a case, it involves an old friend.’’

My spine chilled from the half second mental picture of Kristoph Gavin.

"His name is Larry Butz, and he’s been accused of murder’’, he said, almost hinting as if this weren’t the first time he had said that.

"Where is the case file’’, I reluctantly asked.

"I put it on the living room table, read it tonight’’, he said.

With his body language, I knew he wanted me out of the room, so I walked out, took the case file, and said goodbye to Trucy, and Mr. Wright. Little did I know, I was about to get in over my head, all for a man who had been accused of murder twice.

December 4, 2026.
Location: District Court, Defendant Lobby Number 3

My forehead was dripping from a cold sweat, while I tried to keep my composure over meeting one of Mr. Wright’s old friends. This marks the third time he was accused of murder, but Mr. Wright noted in the case file he gave to me yesterday that he was given a full acquittal, and that he could never be guilty of murder….because ‘’he was Larry.’’ The case file also featured a picture. It spotted a young Mr. Wright, a man wearing a cravat with a purple suit, and the man Mr. Wright circled as Larry Butz. It seemed to be a little tattered, because it was dated 2019 on the back. I could tell that Mr. Wright had known this man for much of his life.

“He’s almost here, are you nervous, Apollo?’’ Mr. Wright asked me.

"N-n-not really, he’s a nice guy, right?’’ I replied.

“Well, to be blunt….he’s a little up there, if you catch my drift’’ he reluctantly answered back.

“Hey, where’s Trucy?’’ I asked.

“She’s at People Park doing a performance’’ he smirked.

He must’ve been proud of Trucy…..or happy that he got her off his back. Mr. Wright and I heard a booming voice coming from outside the lobby.

“WHERE IS HE!?!?!?!?!’’, the muffled voice said through the door.

“He’s arrived, Apollo’’ said Mr. Wright.

The lobby doors slammed open with a gigantic WOOOSH and we heard the bailiff shout “YOU CAN’T GO IN THERE!!!’’

‘’NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Mr. Wright turned and smiled at the man that had just seemingly broken into a District Court.

The man stopped, and looked at Mr. Wright.

“Hey…..hey there, Larry’’ Mr. Wright said to him.

The man stared at Mr. Wright.
“…..After 7 years…..THAT’S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY TO ME!!!?!?!?’’, the man shouted.

“I’M GUILTY!!!! TELL THEM I’M GUILTY!!!!’’ he screamed at the top of his lungs.

‘’Larry, lower your voice, or you’ll get Apollo and I kicked out, and yourself in jail’’ Mr. Wright said with a gentle tone.

“Apolla…..? Who is she? Another girlfriend of yours!?!?!?!’’ he bitterly replied.

“No, he’s your Attorney’’ Mr. Wright said with a smile.

‘’A female attorney…..I hope I can get her number once this is over and done with’’ said the man, stroking his chin.

“Apollo, this is Larry Butz, my old friend, and your client’’ said Mr. Wright as he turned his head towards me.

“Hi, Mr. Butz, pleasure to meet you’’ I cowardly said.

“Hi there, I’m guilty’’ Mr. Butz replied with a strange smile on his face.

“WHAT?!?!?!’’ I frantically asked.

“Well I’m guilty of loving a woman but I guess true love will always die when you least expect it, right?’’ he said, making his chin gesture again.

While Mr. Butz was day dreaming, I couldn’t help but think I forgot something in the case file.

“Mr. Wright, I forgot to ask you….who’s prosecuting this case?’’

“I have no idea’’ he said with an emotionless remark.

……

“Alright, it’s time. Proceed to the Court Room, defendant’’ said the baliff.

“I’ll see you in there, Nick!!!’’ said Mr. Butz as he was being shoved into the Court Room.

“Sometimes I wonder if he remembers that I’m no longer an attorney’’ Mr. Wright said with a frown.

…..

Here we go again, another trial, another defendant, another shot….at justice!

……...

Location: District Court Room 3
Mr. Wright and I walked into the Court Room. They locked the doors behind us, which I found very odd considering that they had never done this before. There was no one on the standing in the prosecutions desk.

“Is there no prosecution at all?’’ I asked Mr. Wright

I waited for a reply, but there was nothing.

“Mr. Wri…….”

I stopped myself, because I finally saw someone on the prosecutions stand. He had come out of thin air.

….

It was an older man, he had slicked back grey hair, and he wore a cravat similar to the one that Mr. Wrights friend in the purple suit wore.

“Who….are you?’’ I asked.

He gripped the side of his arm, while looking down on his desk.

“Why don’t you ask the man standing next to you?’’ he replied.

I complied and turned my head to ask Mr. Wright.

“Mr. Wright, who is this man?’’ I doubtfully asked.

Mr. Wrights face had turned a thin pale, and his look was bleak.

…..

“Manfred…..Von Karma’’

December 4, 2026.
Location: District Court, Defendant Lobby Number 3

My forehead was dripping from a cold sweat, while I tried to keep my composure over meeting one of Mr. Wright’s old friends. This marks the third time he was accused of murder, but Mr. Wright noted in the case file he gave to me yesterday that he was given a full acquittal, and that he could never be guilty of murder….because ‘’he was Larry.’’ The case file also featured a picture. It spotted a young Mr. Wright, a man wearing a cravat with a purple suit, and the man Mr. Wright circled as Larry Butz. It seemed to be a little tattered, because it was dated 2019 on the back. I could tell that Mr. Wright had known this man for much of his life.

“He’s almost here, are you nervous, Apollo?’’ Mr. Wright asked me.

"N-n-not really, he’s a nice guy, right?’’ I replied.

“Well, to be blunt….he’s a little up there, if you catch my drift’’ he reluctantly answered back.

“Hey, where’s Trucy?’’ I asked.

“She’s at People Park doing a performance’’ he smirked.

He must’ve been proud of Trucy…..or happy that he got her off his back. Mr. Wright and I heard a booming voice coming from outside the lobby.

“WHERE IS HE!?!?!?!?!’’, the muffled voice said through the door.

“He’s arrived, Apollo’’ said Mr. Wright.

The lobby doors slammed open with a gigantic WOOOSH and we heard the bailiff shout “YOU CAN’T GO IN THERE!!!’’

‘’NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Mr. Wright turned and smiled at the man that had just seemingly broken into a District Court.

The man stopped, and looked at Mr. Wright.

“Hey…..hey there, Larry’’ Mr. Wright said to him.

The man stared at Mr. Wright.
“…..After 7 years…..THAT’S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY TO ME!!!?!?!?’’, the man shouted.

“I’M GUILTY!!!! TELL THEM I’M GUILTY!!!!’’ he screamed at the top of his lungs.

‘’Larry, lower your voice, or you’ll get Apollo and I kicked out, and yourself in jail’’ Mr. Wright said with a gentle tone.

“Apolla…..? Who is she? Another girlfriend of yours!?!?!?!’’ he bitterly replied.

“No, he’s your Attorney’’ Mr. Wright said with a smile.

‘’A female attorney…..I hope I can get her number once this is over and done with’’ said the man, stroking his chin.

“Apollo, this is Larry Butz, my old friend, and your client’’ said Mr. Wright as he turned his head towards me.

“Hi, Mr. Butz, pleasure to meet you’’ I cowardly said.

“Hi there, I’m guilty’’ Mr. Butz replied with a strange smile on his face.

“WHAT?!?!?!’’ I frantically asked.

“Well I’m guilty of loving a woman but I guess true love will always die when you least expect it, right?’’ he said, making his chin gesture again.

While Mr. Butz was day dreaming, I couldn’t help but think I forgot something in the case file.

“Mr. Wright, I forgot to ask you….who’s prosecuting this case?’’

“I have no idea’’ he said with an emotionless remark.

……

“Alright, it’s time. Proceed to the Court Room, defendant’’ said the baliff.

“I’ll see you in there, Nick!!!’’ said Mr. Butz as he was being shoved into the Court Room.

“Sometimes I wonder if he remembers that I’m no longer an attorney’’ Mr. Wright said with a frown.

…..

Here we go again, another trial, another defendant, another shot….at justice!

……...

Location: District Court Room 3
Mr. Wright and I walked into the Court Room. They locked the doors behind us, which I found very odd considering that they had never done this before. There was no one on the standing in the prosecutions desk.

“Is there no prosecution at all?’’ I asked Mr. Wright

I waited for a reply, but there was nothing.

“Mr. Wri…….”

I stopped myself, because I finally saw someone on the prosecutions stand. He had come out of thin air.

….

It was an older man, he had slicked back grey hair, and he wore a cravat similar to the one that Mr. Wrights friend in the purple suit wore.

“Who….are you?’’ I asked.

He gripped the side of his arm, while looking down on his desk.

“Why don’t you ask the man standing next to you?’’ he replied.

I complied and turned my head to ask Mr. Wright.

“Mr. Wright, who is this man?’’ I doubtfully asked.

Mr. Wrights face had turned a thin pale, and his look was bleak.

…..

“Manfred…..Von Karma’’