Author's note: The first Ace Attorney game I played, to be honest, was AAI, just this spring. Thusly, I grew to like some of its characters. Upon completing the game, I wondered what Lang's relationship with Shih-Na/Calisto Yew had really been like...
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"Calisto Yew."

The bailiff's voice echoed eerily on the wind, its tone matching the darkly overcast Zheng Fa sky. Yew stood boldly in front of the firing squad-her face was thin and gaunt, her black hair was ragged, and Shi-Long Lang could hardly see how she had been his assistant Shih-Na.

"Ms. Yew, you have been convicted of murder, forgery, theft, perjury, and other offenses in not only this country, but in others as well. Your punishment for these offenses is the death penalty by firing squad."

"Really?" she remarked, her eyes wide and an expression of mock surprise on her face. "I never would have imagined!" She let out a shrill, grating laugh which quickly tuned into a hacking cough.

Lang was unable to suppress the chilling shudder that coursed down his spine. He clenched his jaw stoically, his finger tightening on the trigger guard of his rifle subconsciously. He knew that Yew was only putting on this act to set him on edge, to unnerve him.

What really frightened him was that it was working.

"Firing squad, at the ready," the bailiff commanded, and Lang shouldered the rifle in perfect synchronization with the other members of the firing squad. Another stiff wind howled in their faces.

The bailiff turned to look at Yew with the most disdainful contempt. "Ms. Yew, do you have any last words you wish to present before those assembled here?"

"Oh, yes, most definitely," she crooned, her thin lips drawing into a startlingly malicious smile. "Agent Lang?" Her eyes locked on to his and he felt a rush of irrational panic rise in his stomach. Lang kept his face completely emotionless with considerable effort. He acknowledged her voice with the slightest of nods so as to not betray himself. He steeled himself, preparing for the worst.

"I'm pregnant."

BANG!

Lang looked around wildly for the one who had fired the shot. Everyone was staring at him.

No...oh, God, no...!

He broke into a cold sweat. He did it. He was the one who had fired the fatal shot.

Lang dropped the rifle as if it had scalded him and ran towards the corpse of Calisto Yew. Blood poured steadily out of the bullet hole directly below her breast and flecked her lifeless face. That venomous smile of victory was still etched across her features as she lay there, broken.

The wind howled once more accompanied by a thunderclap and the clouds fell open, drenching the gathering with rain.

It was finally over; Lang should have been glad. Why, then, did he feel so empty?