The weather had been particularly terrible in California that month of April in 2024. As uncommon as bad weather was in Los Angles, today it was raining hard. However, that wasn't making anybody lose sleep at the Wright family home that morning. Until the phone rang that is. Phoenix was jolted awake as he heard the familiar (and loud) Silver Samurai theme that he had used for his cellphone's ringtone for the last ten years. He looked at the time. His digital alarm clock read 6:17am. He got out of bed and grabbed his cellphone from the pocket of his jacket. He didn't recognize the number on his phone's caller display at first. It was no wonder why, he hadn't received a call from it in almost five years. It was the number from the Detention Center.

"I thought I asked you guys to throw out my number years ago." Phoenix said in a slightly raspy voice. "I apologize Mr. Wright, but we have someone in our custody who specially requested that we contact you." the receptionist from the Detention Center said. Phoenix sighed "I guess they haven't heard the news then. I haven't been an attorney for almost five years now."

It was no secret. In 2019, Phoenix Wright, the legendary defence attorney had taken a case where he had unwittingly presented forged evidence. The trial came to an abrupt end as the defendant disappeared, and in a hearing that followed, Wright had been found responsible for the forged evidence and he had been disbarred.

"We know Mr. Wright, and we told them that, but they insisted that you come and visit them."

Phoenix sighed again. Although he had only been an attorney for four years, Wright had seen reasonable success in the field of Law. He had won almost every case he had ever taken, and he had brought some of the most villainous murderers in the world to justice. He was actually very tempted to go to the detention center. He cared little about whom the person summoning him may be, but visiting a familiar location and seeing old faces he once knew would definitely be nostalgic, and it'd be worth the trip just for that. But as much as he missed the trials and the investigations, Phoenix reminded himself that he wasn't a lawyer anymore, and that part of his life was behind him. He felt that the mystery of who this detainee is was one better left unsolved.

"I'm sorry but I'm a busy man." Phoenix lied. "Whoever it is you have down there, I doubt I'll be any help to them. Have a nice day."

Phoenix ended the call before the other person could reply. He then turned off his phone to prevent any more unwanted calls and placed it on his desk. He sat on his bed and thought about things. I may not be a lawyer anymore, but my career as an attorney is going to follow me for the rest of my life isn't it?He was sure that it would. But he drifted into a deep sleep before he consider weather or not he wanted it to.

The question never occurred to him again when he awoke later that morning. Much like a dream you've had after you've woken up, Wright's recollection of what had happened in the middle of the night was hazy. He hadn't even checked his phone's call history yet to confirm weather or not it had been a dream altogether, so at the moment he wasn't very concerned.

Wright's morning felt extremely normal as he completed his daily chores at home. It was noon by the time he arrived at the downtown office for the Wright Talent Agency. "Hi Daddy!" the voice of a young girl said as he opened the door. Welcoming Phoenix was Trucy.

Trucy Wright was Phoenix's daughter, whom he had adopted 5 years ago. Trucy was always at the office before Phoenix was, since she practically owned the agency. While she was only 13 years old, she was a very talented professional stage magician. Thus after Phoenix's disbarment, she had turned the Wright & Co. Law Offices into a talent agency, and would use her skills with magic to hold performances for money. These days, Phoenix worked as an entertainer at a local Russian restaurant called The Borsht Bowl Club, where he played piano and took up challenges at poker, and he remained undefeated. Today however was the 17th of April, a Wednesday, and he had the day off.

"Morning Trucy-doll!" Phoenix said. Trucy went back to cleaning her props she used for stage magic as Phoenix walked into the office. He filled his mug with coffee and sat on one of the two red couches in the center of the room. Wright always drank his coffee black. The drink always reminded him of a few cases he had worked on in his final years as an attorney.

"I think I'm going to go take my lunch break Dad, do you want me to get you anything while I'm out?" Trucy asked. "No thanks, I had some ramen from Eldoon's noodle cart on my way to the office." Phoenix said. "Okay, look after the office while I'm gone alright?" "Sure thing Trucy."

About ten minutes later Phoenix had just finished his coffee when the office door opened again. "Welcome ba-" Phoenix stopped himself mid-sentence as he turned to face the office door, expecting Trucy. The newcomer however was a young girl, wearing a schoolgirl's uniform instead of Trucy's trademark blue top-hat and cape. She was about Trucy's age, she had brown eyes and long light brown hair that she wore in a ponytail. She looked like she could be one of Trucy's friends.

"Oh, I'm afraid Trucy's out at the moment. You may want to come back in about an hour or so..." he said. "What? No...I mean..." the young girl said, flustered and confused "I'm sorry...but I'm looking for Phoenix Wright." "You've found him!" Phoenix said, and then questioned why on earth a young girl like this would be looking for him. The young girl seemed quite taken aback by this, gasping and bringing her right hand to her face, eyes wide open. It was a mannerism that tugged at Phoenix's memory for some reason.

"I'm sorry! It's just...I didn't recognize you Mr. Nick!" Alarms went off in Phoenix's head as she called him that. Mr. Nick? Who on earth used to call me that! "I'm sorry, but do I know you" Phoenix asked, as he looked over the girl's appearance more closely. Just then he noticed a detail that he would recognize anywhere. Underneath the bow tie of the girl's uniform was a necklace that Phoenix had seen many times in his life. The charm was circular with a kind of a tail at the bottom, and it had a hole through the center. It looked very much like one half of a yin-yang. It was a Magatama. And this one was blue.

"Pearls?" Phoenix asked.

The girl pounced onto Phoenix and hugged him. "I've missed you so much Phoenix!" Pearl said, tears beginning to run down her cheeks. "It's good to see you too Pearls..." Pearl looked up at him, and Phoenix saw that she wasn't crying tears of joy. "What's wrong? Shouldn't you be happy to see me after so many years?" "I wish I could be happy Mr. Nick..." Pearl croaked out, the sadness in her seeming to overwhelm her. "What is it? What's happened!"

"It's Mystic Maya, Mr. Nick... she's been arrested..."

Just then, Phoenix instantly remembered all that had happened in the middle of the night. And he was sure, with absolutely no doubt in his mind, that it hadn't been a dream.