[Czeslaw is sitting in the middle of the floor of his single bedroom, cutting a doll-shape in folded up paper]
Mama had a baby and his head popped off~ [He makes a poorly-placed snip. When he unfolds the dolls, the whole row is headless.]
I want to build a playhouse, a secret base - no, a fort. Where should I make it, hm? It's too bad we can't go camping out under the stars...
[Private text to Gilbert Nightray, Magneto, and Miles Edgeworth//difficult to hack]
That's him. The one with the monster that cut my head off.
So. What now?