@master-fey requested a spooky starter !
“Maya--...”
Crouched in the snow, in the cold dark woods around Kurain Village, Miles’ pupils are like black coins beneath the beam of Maya’s flashlight - enormous and perfectly round. His breath comes in plumes of steam from a mouth splattered with hot blood, the torn fabric of a shirt hanging messily from his lip.
The body of a man, a camper, by the look of him, lays prone at his knees - though it’s difficult to tell whether he’s dead or not. Only Miles would know, with one hand fisted in the stranger’s hair and the other pulling down on his shoulder; revealing the dark wet neck, leaking into the snow beneath his head.
Edgeworth says nothing, because there’s nothing to say. He can’t back out, cannot explain away why he’d disappeared from the guest house, leaving her and Phoenix bewildered. In fact, he’d only wanted a walk in the cold to clear his senses - he’d just gotten so hungry...
He’s certain that she knows what he does: the next few seconds will be life or death.
