The courthouse was unusually quiet. Of course it would be, the cleaner reminded herself, it was closed for some bizarre reason she couldn t comprehend. The only thing she could hear was the sound of the vacuum cleaner, but that was completely normal. She turned it off and reached for the plug when she heard a scream.
"What...?" the cleaner gasped under her breath. She ran in the direction of the scream after fetching a first aid kit. If anyone was hurt, she probably was the only one there to help them. She reached the elevator. The doors had been jammed open, and inside the elevator was a man in a blue suit with spiky hair, leaning against the wall, completely unconscious. There was a woman with blonde hair in a blue top and skirt, with high heels on. She was holding a bloody knife in her hand and was standing in front of a dead girl with a strange light brown hair and wearing a strange-looking kimono.
The cleaner pulled out her phone and called 911. The police were there in a matter of minutes, and the scene hadn't changed.
Detective Angel Starr was the first to discover the other body. She called over Detective Gumshoe, who identified the victim as Maya Fey. Angel leaned down and checked Maya's pulse. Maya was still alive, but barely.
"Dick! Get an ambulance! Maya's still alive!" she shouted. Detective Gumshoe turned around and rushed off. Meanwhile, Angel arranged an outline of where Maya was.
The next day, the suspect Adrian Andrews and witness Phoenix Wright were called in for questioning. They were sitting in the Police Department waiting to be taken in for questioning when Adrian recognised Phoenix.
"Mr. Wright, is that you?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm Phoenix Wright, attorney at- hang on, I know you from somewhere..." he said, trying to remember.
"I'm Adrian Andrews, from the Corrida murder case and the Treasures of Kurain exhibit. Do you remember me yet?" Adrian asked, flicking through the pages of the book she always seemed to carry.
"Oh, right! I remember now..." Phoenix nearly shouted, but he was interrupted.
"We'd like to ask a few questions of you, Mr. Phoenix Wright." A familiar voice rung in his ears. It took only a few seconds to identify it, and Phoenix looked up. Inside of him, he wanted this not to be happening.
"Fine, Franziska von Karma," Phoenix sighed and stood up. He walked away, into the questioning room, with the teenage prosecutor. Adrian was escorted into her questioning room by Angel Starr.
Maya was barely alive. She had been kept in intensive care for a few weeks now, and her state had postponed Adrian's trial. She had finally been let out of intensive care, and was making a good recovery, but she wasn't in any state to go to a trial, much less testify as to what happened. Phoenix sat beside her bed, waiting for when she would wake up. She wasn't in a coma or anything, just sleeping. He decided to keep the news about Pearl's death under wraps, until Maya was strong enough to take it. He then heard some commotion outside of Maya's room so he peered out the window. Adrian was walking towards the room, with two officers at her side. Adrian was handcuffed and her arms were being held by the officers. People were whispering, and Phoenix could pretty much guess what they were saying.
One of the officers pushed the door open and Adrian stepped inside, walking over. Phoenix got her a chair and Adrian sat down, on the opposite side of Maya's bed. There was a silence as everyone looked at Maya and waited. The officers shuffled outside and kept watch through the window. They thought that it probably wouldn't be right with them inside the room.
"Hello, Adrian," Phoenix said emotionlessly. He just stared at Maya.
"Hello, Phoenix," Adrian said back, with no emotion in her voice either. She stared at Maya.
"Hello, Adrian, Phoenix," Maya smiled, and her eyes opened.