This started as a simple task, defend the innocent, but this seemed like more than he could handle. Phoenix was in his office when it happened. He had to be transferred to the prosecutor's office. Everyone Phoenix knew couldn't be more exited, but for some reason, Phoenix wasn't. He was going to miss defending the innocent, but this job did pay higher.

"I'm going to have a really hard time getting used to my new job," Phoenix thought as he finished packing his stuff. Phoenix came to the office. "I'm' going to miss this old office, there were so many cases solved in this office," Phoenix thought as he left the office for the last time. He walked the streets, waiting for the police to come and pick him up from the soaked streets. It rarely rained where Phoenix was from, but today seemed special, like it was a premonition of something awful. He found a police car, and he knocked on it. The officer rolled down the window.

"Can I help you?" the officer asked.

"I'm the new prosecutor. I heard that I was getting a ride from the police," Phoenix said. The detective smiled.

"Well, why didn't you say so pal? Hop in the back." The detective said. Phoenix knew that this detective's speech pattern sounded familiar.

"Detective Gumshoe?" Phoenix asked. The detective's smile grew larger.

"That's right pal. Now get in the back and I'll take you to the Prosecutor's Office." Phoenix got in the hard, plastic back of the car.

"So this is how the newbie gets treated," he thought on the way there. He looked out the window. He saw people on the streets, people getting robbed, murdered. Phoenix had no choice but to sit and watch. He watched for dozens of minutes before arriving in the prosecutor's office. He was greeted by none other than his friend Miles Edgeworth.

"Mr. Wright," he said, "I was told to be most happy that you are taking my place and my office." Phoenix looked upset.

"You're the person whom I'm replacing?" he asked. Edgeworth said nothing as he walked away. "That was weird. Why did he just leave like that?" Phoenix asked as he entered his new office. The office looked barren. There was no luxurious sofa, no chess set, and no desk. It seems they have taken all of the furniture. Phoenix placed his things down. He looked down. He saw a manila envelope. Phoenix opened it. It read:

To: Prosecutor Phoenix Wright:

You have been selected to participate in a case. All of the proceeding information is contained within the envelope.

Phoenix removed all of the information from the envelope. The victim's name was Cinder Stone. He was killed by a blunt object at 12:52 p.m. on Friday, October 25. The accused's name was Derek Sunstar. The weapon in question was a clock.

"Hey, this reminds me of my first case," he thought. He read the name of the defense attorney. It was blank. Phoenix was very confused. There was a note that said that the autopsy report would be done by someone named Ema Skye. He exited the door of his new office. "Damn," he thought, "Will I be good enough?"