Meet Melissa, a teenager with a knack for getting herself into trouble, and a knack for getting guys. With her mouse brown hair, bright electric blue eyes and pale skin, will she capture her freedom, or much, much more?

"Ah…April May's about to get her arse kicked…for the billionth time!" Thirteen year old Melissa sighed happily. "So glad I got this game."

As usual, she beat the case. But something weird happened.

"What…I…won the ultimate prize? What's that?" she said incredulously. 'Never got that before…"

She accepted, knowing it would be good if it were from Capcom. Suddenly, she blacked out.

"What...?" She said, a couple of hours later. "Where…?"

"Nothing too bruised." She recognised the voice.

"Ph-Ph-Phoenix Wright?" she asked.

"Yeah…" he replied. "Don't move. An inch. It'll just make it hurt more."

"What happened?" she said, rubbing her head.

"You fell into the courtroom, right onto Edgeworth." He laughed. "It was hilarious…but we realised you were unconscious…so we took you back to my apartment…we don't exactly trust the hospital with ladies."

"The only hospital is Hotti's clinic." She said, smiling. "And I don't blame you."

"Yep. How'd you know?" he smiled.

"Uh…no reason." She said quickly. "I'm Melissa, by the way…"

"How old are you? When you fell through…you looked barely fourteen…now…about 21…"

"I'm supposed to be thirteen! I look like…MIA!" she yelled.

"Yeah…whatever…but apparently you murdered someone. Lili Smith," he said seriously.

"Why would I murder her? I mean, sure, she's a bitch, but…I have no motive," she explained. "When was she murdered?"

"Ten PM last night."

"I was in bed by then. And I didn't sneak out!" she smiled. "No motive."

"So…you were saying about Mia…how did you know about her?" he asked.

"I just…looked in the newpapers! Yeah, that's it!"

"She wasn't in any." He smirked.

"Sh-sh-she wasn't?" she said sadly. "Fine…I'm from…do I have to explain?"

"You sure look like you're from here!" he said, looking down.

"Eyes are up here, buddy."

"Oh, right," he said, blushing.

"Anyway…do I have enough proof for you to be my defense attorney?"

"Enough, yeah." He said, looking down again.

"The eyes, my friend, are up here!"

"Whatever." He muttered. "Come on, we have to do some investigating!"

"Mmmmmm….okay!" she said happily, skipping after him.