April 19:

Today was probably one of the more eventful days of my life. I saw that man again, after seven years. Zak Gramarye. I haven't felt a rush like this since, well, seven years ago. When I saw him, I panicked. Do you know how long it's been since I last panicked? Very long. I didn't hesitate much, though. However, even so, at that moment, I suddenly, what's the word, froze. I had to keep his mouth shut. So what did I do? I snuck into one of the secret passageways, and I waited.

Finally, I had my chance, when that annoying ex-lawyer went upstairs. I took a bottle and...well, I guess you would say that, Zak won't be talking for, say, a very long time. Then, when I got back home, my phone rang.

It was a phone call, from Phoenix Wright, my friend or should I say, pest. He told me that he wanted my help for something, and in an instant, I knew what he was talking about. He then went on to tell me that he wanted me to defend him for the trial tomorrow...

Hah! Like that will ever happen! Why would he even think that I would want to help him? After all, he was one out of the two people who started all my misery! At that moment, I did consider just hanging up on him out of sheer annoyance, but then I thought about the circumstances. After all, I already did away with the other one; I might as well do away with this one, too, while I'm at it. After considering this, I told him that I would do my best to help him, and then I called my apprentice up.

He's a newcomer. No experience at all. What was his name? It was, oh yes, Apollo Justice. With him, I knew that I can put my perfect plan into action and ensure that Phoenix Wright will get a guilty verdict tomorrow. I can just feel it. With Phoenix Wright gone, I can finally stop this annoying friendly charade with him once and for all.

I can't wait for the trial tomorrow...

April 20:

My plan... my perfect plan... was ruined.

I can't believe it... me... defeated by a newcomer. No, that wasn't the worst part of it. The worst part was that Phoenix Wright, that sorry excuse for a lawyer, he got the better of me, again...

Why did this happen? No... more like how. How did he get that ace? Damn it! Damn that Phoenix Wright and all his luck! Hah! But he hasn't gotten the best of me yet... No... he will never get the best of me... never...

Well, at least, I made him lose his badge seven years ago, and he'll never know that it was me. Me, who gave him the forged evidence, and me who told Klavier of this evidence. Ah yes, speaking of Klavier, he visited me as soon as I was allowed visitors.

What a fool...

When he looked at me through the glass of the detention center, he looked like he was about to cry. What does he have to cry about? After all, I was the one arrested, not him. As I looked upon his miserable figure, I couldn't help, but sneer. Like everyone else, he wasn't here to keep me company. No... he was here to ask me why I killed Zak.

I didn't answer him... I simply walked away... and when I turned back to look at him, he was faintly sobbing...

Pathetic....

Month: ??? Day: ??

Life is so boring nowadays... nothing to do, except, maybe, read books and newspapers. I've already finished all of them, they were awfully simple and dull, much to my dismay... and look, I've been so disconnected from the world, that I don't even know when the date is... or rather, I don't care what the date is. I don't even write in this every day, that's how utterly boring, dull, and... tedious. The most, I get now are the occasional letters, written to me, but that's all.

I wonder how the people out there are doing. Oh yes, that does remind me, just the other day Wright came over to my cell for a while. It looks like he figured everything out, from top to bottom, everything.

We had a little... "friendly" chat over the old times, and then he proceeds to ask me a load of questions, an annoying habit of his, if you ask me. He asked me about Zak Grammarye and about Shadi Smith. He then asked me about why I killed Shadi Smith.

Hah! Like I was going to tell him anything!

So, instead of telling him the truth, I merely stated that I did not know that Shadi Smith and Zak were the same person. However, I did notice something about him, though.

When I told him that I didn't know of the relationship between Shadi and Zak, Wright, he... froze for a second there. He looked surprised, like there was something he didn't understand. Then, he muttered something. I didn't hear what he said very clearly, but I was able to make out the word, "black". Then, after he said that, he looked at me, bewildered by... something. I don't know what he was doing, so I decided to ignore it.

Meanwhile, he started to examine my cell, like it was a kind of secret laboratory, that I had. Mind you, this is another one of his annoying habits. Not wanting to seem any more suspicious, I left him to his search.

I would have ignored him for the rest of his visit, too, if he didn't find the letter on my desk, being the sneak that he is. I, then, clearly tell him that he may not take it, and I sent him off, with a bottle of nail polish.

Why nail polish, you may ask. Well he was looking at it quite intently, and it is a rather expensive brand, so I decided to be nice, once in while, and I gave him a bottle. Maybe, he'll sell it to make some money... I bet he'll get more money selling the nail polish than he'll ever get for playing the piano...

Later in the day, when I went off for some jail "duties", it turns out that Wright paid me another visit... of course, he wasn't able to take anything. He did try to take something, though. My letter.

I, of course, stop him in his tracks and ask him to return my letter. He has no choice but to do so. And of course, I wanted to rub something in his face... just for the sake of my boredom, and so I tell him that Vera Misham will not live much longer. I can still remember his face when he was leaving; it was hysterical... for me, of course.

But what I said was the truth....

I wasn't lying when I said that Vera Misham will not live much longer..... it's just a matter of time..