Maya Fey was no ordinary 28 year old. But who cared? No one, that's who. Well, that's what she thought...
Miles Edgeworth was more than a prosecutor. But he didn't know that. But one person felt differently.
Franziska von Karma was a prodigy. But she soiled the von Karma name. So no one liked her. Yeah, sure.
Godot was a newcomer genius, a visor-hard prosecutor. But he had no friends. According to him.
Winston & Gaspen Payne were losers, useless rookie killers, but one person liked them...
Phoenix Wright walked into his apartment.
"Trucy!"
"Yeah Daddy?"
"Come down here, please!"
"Ok, Daddy!"
Trucy Wright walked in to the strangest room she'd ever seen.
Thousands of portraits hung on the wall, and she only knew about 30 of the people in them.
"Whoa."
Some frames were large, some were small, some were gold, some were blue, some were cartoony, and on and on and on forever.
"Truce, these are the people in my life I care about."
Trucy saw herself in one of the huge, golden, frames.
"How can you care about so many people?"
"I love my life, and they made it what it is today."
"Who's this short black-haired woman wearing the weird clothes? She has the same size frame as me! How can you do that, Daddy?!" "And so does this brown-haired teen loser wearing weird clothes!" "What is it with you and women with weird clothes?"
"Do you know this silver-headed man, Trucy?"
"Mr. Edgeworth!"
"Then I'm surprised you don't know those girls."
"We're going on a train, Truce."
Maya Fey heard a knock on the manor door.
"WHO IS IT"
Disturbing her Golden Ninja show was NOT a good idea.
Maya Fey opened the door, and although she was tired, the blue silk hat woke her up completely.
"TRUCY WRIGHT?"
"Um... that's me."
The young magician was immediately pulled into an embrace- still very confused.
"I haven't seen you in years!"
This was worth missing her show.
"Do I know you?"
Maya Fey giggled.
"Your father and I were TIGHT a few years back."
"Besties, eh?"
"Besties."
Nick carefully dusted the portrait of Maya.
"Besties."