"Have a good day in school, Trucy."
"I will, Daddy!"
Phoenix Wright sighed to himself as he watched his daughter - adopted, of course - skip to school happily. Once she had disappeared out of sight, he walked back to his office, which, truth be told, could hardly be called an office. There was never one day when it wasn't cluttered and in a mess.
"Apollo! I'm back!" Phoenix opened the door to his office, only to be greeted by silence. Strange, Apollo was always at the office at least an hour early. He looked down, starting with the floor, if the red attorney had yet again been assaulted. ("If I ever go missing, check the floor. Ted Tonate might have hit me with a rock again", Apollo would say in silent humour.)
At that moment, Phoenix felt and saw a small piece of paper fly right past his nose. Upon instinct, Phoenix reached out to grab it just before it could escape through the open window. It was the size of a piece of small notebook paper. He looked at one side first, it was blank. He flipped the page around.
Phoenix Wright didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he read the words on the note. It was written in bold, somewhat scratchy yet neat handwriting. Phoenix couldn't make a mistake on who had written this.
"Apollo Justice chooses death"