June 19th, Detention Center, 2:26 PM

"Well, we're here, anyway. Mister Wright was vague as usual… But he said the defendant was an old friend, so hopefully I'm in good hands." Apollo thought as he adjusted his blue tie and primped. He was fond of Phoenix, and wanted to look his best for this friend of his.

A woman walked over and sat at the other side of the desk. She looked no older than twenty five. She wore a prominent white bow around her neck with a diamond brooch. With her black clothing, long light blue hair, and grey eyes, she looked like a ghost on the other side of the looking glass. Despite her initially intimidating appearance, Apollo could not ignore how chillingly beautiful she was. Was this really the friend that Phoenix was talking about?

"Are you the one that Wright sent?" she commanded powerfully, scrutinizing Apollo with cold eyes.

"Y-Yes! I'm Apollo Justice!" Apollo said, sitting up even straighter at the sound of her voice.

"Hm." She hummed to herself, still scanning Apollo. She smiled, lowering her head down for her chin to rest on the junction of her index finger and thumb. Her nails were very well manicured.

It wasn't until later that Apollo noticed that Trucy was completely silent since the defendant began to speak. He didn't dare redirect his gaze; He was frightened to death of the consequences, even if they were protected by glass.

"In that case… I am Franziska von Karma."

"V-von Karma?!" Apollo said, his eyes widening and his mouth gaping in surprise.

"Good. I'm glad to see that we're not ancient history now that my father is deceased and I got arrested…" Franziska said, as if to herself.

"Ancient history?! You're only a member of the greatest lineage of prosecutors to walk the earth!" Apollo said, still amazed by his defendants stance in society.

Franziska furrowed her brow. "Don't shower me with credit I don't deserve… For all I've done… For all the times I've lost… I don't deserve to bear that name." she said, sternly. She took her gaze off of Apollo to look at something of little importance on the floor at her side. Perhaps a dust bunny, or a speck of dirt on the glass wall.

Either way, Apollo jerked his head back to look for Trucy. Much to her surprise, she was at his side all along and managed to go unnoticed.

"Miss von Karma…" Trucy said quietly, curiousity and intimidation in her blue eyes.

Franziskas attention quickly snapped from whatever she was looking at to Trucy. She looked surprised at first, but quickly regained her composure. "Yes?"

"I can't believe I've finally met you… I've heard so much about you from my daddy." Trucy said, sounding transfixed.

Franziska felt perturbed as she remembered her own father, but cast it aside as a memory and decided to pry, despite herself. Was she the daughter of someone who condemned to prison before? "Oh? And who would that be?" she said.

"Phoenix Wright…" Trucy said, whispering the words quietly.

Franziska looked even more surprised than before. "You're… Wrights daughter?!" Franziska said, amazed.

"Yes… I've heard his stories of you. You're a wonderful woman…" Trucy said, lost in her amazement.
"…I repeat myself: It would do you well not to shower me with unfair praise." Franziska said as she brushed a blue lock of hair out of her face with a finger.

Trucy looked as if she was ready to object, but decided to stay silent: It didn't look like Franziska was intent on changing her mind. Despite this, she noticed that Franziska was still stealing glances at her. She wondered why.

"Miss von Karma…" Apollo said, trying his best not to be afraid.

"Yes?"

"…Did you do it?"

"No. No I did not, Justice… Why bother asking me?"

"Because I have yet to have had second judgments on my client, which is a luxury that Mister Wright never had after a certain time…" Apollo said sternly, trying to look determined as he stared the von Karma in the eye.

"The Engarde case." Franziska said. It had been long since she was forced to remember the case that gave her the same brand of shame that her father previously possessed: A bullet to the shoulder. She wanted to be angry, but instead she smiled.

"Wright taught you well."

Apollo was glad to see Franziska smile, and he let his guard down to smile back. "I hope so."

"What was your relationship with the victim?" Apollo asked as he hunched over, allowing himself to relax. Franziskas initial anger and intimidation seemed to have faded away with time, but she was still a von Karma, no matter how many times she said she didn't deserve to be. He knew, and she knew.

"Detective Gumshoe and I… were… co-workers, in the loosest sense of the term. He was a detective. I am a prosecutor. Like the Honey guide and the Badger, we had a very… special working relationship." Franziska said as she twirled her hair around her finger. Apollo remembered the way Phoenix twirled the phone cord around his finger and shivered.

"Were you romantically involved?" Apollo asked as his eyebrows perked up. It was a possibility. She seemed to be very elusive about him.

"You foolish fool! Of course not!" Franziska said, managing to look taken aback and angry at the same time. "But, he was very dependant, I suppose. How should I put this… he was a bit of a flake. But…"

"But?" Apollo asked.

"But he would never hurt a soul. I'm not sure why anyone would kill him, but you can be assured, Justice…" Franziska sat up even straighter and stared Apollo straight in the eyes.

"You can be assured… that it wasn't me. I swear on my good name." Franziska said.

"Okay, Miss von Karma. I trust you." Apollo said, returning her gaze. He suddenly perked up and remembered something.

"Oh, Miss von Karma?" Apollo asked

"Yes, Justice?" Franziska replied.

"You're an important prosecutor who's affiliated with the Prosecutors Office. I've never heard of this guy… According to Mister Wright, he's new, but he must have been here before the murder because he is apparently extremely talented. Perhaps you've heard of him?"

"If you have a name for me, I might be able to provide you with information." Franziska suggested

"Okay, Miss von Karma. Have you ever heard of The Half Life Prosecutor?"

"…Hm." Franziska hummed as she thought. "The Half Life Prosecutor… That man has a history a mile wide, if what I've heard is true. You should get comfortable, Justice; because I have a story to tell you about a good man who turned into something terrible with just a few days of bad luck."

Apollo sat up. It looked like after all this time, he was finally going to get some answers on his mysterious new opponent.