Phoenix looked at the address he had written down one last time and looked at the building in front of him. "Well…this is the address…but…" Phoenix stared at the building for a few seconds. "This building is definitely creeping me out…best to talk to the person in charge of the investigation and get out of here." Phoenix looked at the driver, who was giving him a weird glance. "Uh…police business?"

The man still blankly stared at him before sticking his hand out. "Oh, right, the money." Phoenix paid the driver and got out of the taxi. "I really need to get my license. I must be on a warning list in all taxi companies that says I'm a mental lunatic that speaks about crime and death all the time."

Phoenix chuckled and walked straight to the crime scene tape. The officer guarding the spot spotted Phoenix and walked toward him. "Mr. Wright. I assume you're defending the defendant in this case since you're here?"

"I am indeed." I just hope I don't go to a restaurant somewhere and get asked that…

The officer lifted the tape and motioned for Phoenix to follow. "We received a distressed phone call yesterday. She was screaming how her and her friends were dared to go into this building at night. When they arrived, they said their skin began to get goosebumps, and one of them suggested they leave. The girl who called us told them to get over their fear and go deeper into the building. When they walked further into the building…"

The officer and Phoenix walked into another room, completely drenched in the smell of blood. Red blood spatters were against the wall, the wooden chair was soaked in blood, knives, hooks, and other instruments of torture were strewn about the room. "They walked into this."

Phoenix felt nauseated, his stomach churning from the sight. The officer waited a few seconds to let Phoenix regain his composure before walking deeper into the room. "When we arrived, we found the mutilated body of Marielle Winslow. The coroner's office determined her death was caused by a knife cutting through her throat, severing the jugular veins and carotid arteries. She bled to death in seconds. They also determined she was severely tortured with several of the instruments you see now on the ground, and also post mortem."

"The killer still attacked her body even though she was dead?"

"Yes."

"What makes you think it was my client who killed her own sister, in such a violent manner?"

"Fingerprints, DNA evidence, motive, and two eye witness testimonies."

"Two people witnessed this and didn't report this to the authorities?!"

"The two people are two of the teenagers who came here and discovered the body. They claim it was your client who killed her."

"What is the motive?"

"I can't give everything away Mr. Wright. Mr. Bonner would have my hide if I told you everything we knew."

"Mr. Bonner?"

"The prosecutor of this case. Transferred here from New York. Heard he has a nearly flawless record and has a knack of making even the most difficult cases easy. He'll be a challenge for a defense attorney of your caliber."

"Where is he?"

A gruff voice behind him startled Phoenix. "Right behind you."

Phoenix turned and saw an elderly man with gray hair. The hair was sleeked back, trying to give him as youthful a look as he possible could. "You're Prosecutor Bonner?"

"I am. The name is Mitchell. Mitchell Bonner. I assume you're Phoenix Wright?"

"Y-yes, I am." This guy gives me the same feeling Manfred Von Karma gave me…

Prosecutor Bonner chuckled. "I'm going to enjoy crushing you in court. I've heard many a tale about your ability to find the 'truth' in the most difficult of cases. I heard you were the one who discovered that the person I respected most, Manfred Von Karma, killed a fellow defense attorney. It was a sad day for me, but it is one I wish to erase from my memory by defeating you in court."

Phoenix looked anxiously at Mitchell. No wonder he gave me the same feeling…it's even worse than what Von Karma gave me now…

Phoenix sighed, stabilizing his emotions. "I was a rookie defense attorney then. I've learned lots from the years after that, both in and out of court. I will prove my client's innocence."

Mitchell laughed and looked at the officer. "I like this guy already. Confidence, composure, quick thinking, great instincts, all making a great attorney, but they are also your greatest weakness."

"What do you mean?"

"Confidence can be your greatest ally. It makes you think you have control of the situation, gives you power. However, when your confidence is based off a shaky foundation, the confidence falls just as quickly as the foundation. Your foundation is trust, trust in your client until the bitter end. That's an ideal that is obsolete. I will destroy the trust you have in your client, cause you to doubt, and crush your confidence. Only one attorney has ever managed to defeat me, and sadly, he is no longer in the profession. This trial will be over in the first day, you can count on it."

"Your confidence is your undoing as well. You seem—"

"My confidence is based from past experiences, lessons learned the hard way, not some crazy ideal of trust. We're not in some fantasy land. We're in the real world, and I will make you realize the error of your ways."

Phoenix's blood was starting to boil. It was one thing to insult him, but to insult what Mia had instilled in him from day one was unforgivable. "You wait and see Prosecutor Bonner. Don't count your chickens before they hatch."

"An overused analogy. I tire of this conversation. The next time we'll see each other will be across each other in the courtroom. Until then, goodbye, Mr. Wright."

Mitchell turned around and walked the other direction, disappearing in another room in the building. The officer cleared his throat. "See why I can't tell you anything else?"

"Yeah…I see why…"

Phoenix was still angry over Mitchell's comments. I will make you eat your words…I swear it!