My name is Miles Edgeworth. I am a prosecutor currently on a three-story airplane in First Class from Borginia. Starting from the bottom level is the cargo, then the lounge, and then the passengers seats. Due to unexpected turbulence, I was knocked unconcious in the lounge. When I woke up, I found everything in disarray, with grape juice spilled on the floor and glass shattered around the elevator. But when I opened the elevator to head upstairs, I was greeted by a fresh corpse sitting at my feet. After having the flight attendant Ms. Rhoda Teneiro suspect me of being the murderer, I calmed her down and proved my innocence. Being a prosecutor, I found it to be my obligation to hunt down the real murderer, starting with clues. Tracks led me to the plane's shop that Ms. Teneiro attends to. Unfortunately, Ms. Teneiro supposedly lied when she told me that the captain granted her permission to escort me around the shop and lounge, as pointed out by the other flight attendant Ms. Cammy Meele....

"That's a lie, Rhoda...." said Cammy Meele.
"What is?" Rhoda replied.
"The captain never gave you permission to escort Mr. Edgeworth to the shop."
"Yes he did! I just came from the cockpit!"
"Do you really want me to prove you wrong? I can go to him right now and ask if he granted you that permission." Knowing that what Ms. Cammy said was true, Ms. Rhoda did not argue any further.
"Instead, I'll be the one escorting you, Mr. Edgeworth. Rhoda, you go back upstairs and do your job or whatever."

As Rhoda Teneiro walked back up the stairs, Ms. Meele turned her attention back to me. "So where were we....? Ooooh yeah. You wanted to inspect the shop, riiight?"
"If I may?" I said to her.
"Well what're you waiting for? I'll be right behind you. But don't you dare think you're off the hook. I still think you're the one who did it."

I decided to not reply to her remark. I continued my investigation of the shop. The broken glass from the cabinet indicated that something from inside busted its way out during the turbulence. Furthermore, there was grape juice found on the wheel of one of the suitcases. I pointed it out to Ms. Meele.

"Do you see this?" I told her. "The murderer must've used this luggage to transport the victim from the shop to the elevator!"
".......zzzz........." she snored.
I snapped my fingers in front of her face. She had fallen asleep, still standing up and still holding that teddy bear of hers. I called her name out loud.
"MS. CAMMY MEELE!" I said quite loudly.
".......huh......whaaa.....?" She said as she woke up, rubbing her eyes.
"Please stay awake while on the job." I lectured her. "This is a crime scene and the murderer is definitely nearby, so we must both be very vigilant."
"Ok....Mr......Prosecutor......" she managed to say before falling back asleep.

I gave up trying to talk to her and continued my work. I squatted down to further inspect the luggage that had grape juice on the wheel. The other luggage had a stopper on the wheels so it would not move during the turbulence, and yet the luggage with grape juice on it managed to stay in place during the turbulence even without stoppers.

But just as I found that out, something hit me in the back of the head with incredible force. I was knocked nearly unconscious, laying on the floor. A few seconds later, I felt two soft fingers press against my throat.

"Hmph. You're still alive." said a familiar female voice. "I'll have to hide you somewhere before finishing you off...." That was all I was able to hear before everything turned black and I fell into unconsciousness.