Hello! Nghhh, I'm TRYING to make these chapters longer, but I seem to be incapable of doing so. Please stay with me 'till the end! We're almost to a good part (I think so, anyway).

Don't worry, Maya. I'll take care of Engarde before he can do anything else.

Phoenix ran towards the mansion—the very mansion where his precious Maya was locked up.

I won't let you get away this time, Matt Engarde!

He ran past someone. He stopped short as he looked back at who he ran past.

The man was wearing a red racing jacket, and there were some scars all over his face, particularly over his left eye. He was holding a wine glass in his right hand, and a bag of items in another. He turned back over his shoulder and smirked evilly.

Phoenix knew who he was, and he knew what he had to do, but he just couldn't get himself to move. He froze on the spot and stared. This man's appearance most certainly wasn't "refreshing like a spring breeze."

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Wright. I sure am glad you came to visit me, but, unfortunately, I must get a move on. Have a nice day... Mr. Lawyer."

Phoenix kept watching him until he was out of sight. Only then was he able to move, but by then, it was too late. He still tried to find out what he could by searching his mansion. He found that the mansion's front door was unlocked. He came in, and a cat meowed and purred at his feet.

"Oh... Hello, Shoe. I don't suppose you know where I can find your owner?"

Shoe kept purring and settled down at his feet.

"Yeah, I didn't think so, either."

Phoenix looked around. Looks the same as ever. Except...

He walked over to Shelly de Killer's base of operations when he was Engarde's client. The room looked just about the same, except there was something nagging him in the back of his mind. Something was different. He went further back to the wine cellar where de Killer kept Maya hostage.

Phoenix saw a small TV and a chair. He stepped completely in and scrutinized the items. These weren't here last time...

Suddenly, the door closed behind him. He tried opening the door, but it wouldn't budge. No! Dammit! I can't get out!

The television flickered on.

"Hello, Mr. Wright," a voice drawled on the TV screen. "Welcome back to my humble home."

Phoenix growled.

"And don't go around saying anything foul, because I can hear every single word you utter. I believe it best you stay right here—*snicker* not like you have a choice. I stole your phone, so you can't call the police. I have rigged every security camera so you could see my every action. I hope you enjoy the show." He smiled evilly. "My revenge will be fulfilled."

The television screen flickered off, and Phoenix found himself staring into darkness. He started to think.

Why would he escape? If I remember correctly, he'd rather be in jail because he doesn't want de Killer to kill him... And revenge? Against whom? Why does he want revenge? And for what? Gah! There are so many questions to answer, yet I'm stuck here instead. Well, the best thing I can do right now is find a way out of here.

The plan was for Phoenix to go off on his own first, and for Edgeworth and some police officers to follow some time afterward. Unfortunately, the police did not find Engarde on their way to the mansion. He made some noise so Edgeworth could notice him locked in the cellar, but the door couldn't be opened at all. At least they knew where he was now. Since Engarde was going to livestream him everything that he did, he could tell Edgeworth to visit every day, and they could report to each other any new information.

"Wright, I promise we'll get you out of there."

"Wait, Edgeworth, don't! I think I'll stay in here so I can gather information for you guys. And if you stayed here, I'm sure Engarde will find you out one way or another, so it's best you leave me here. Keep Maya safe for me."

"Of course."

And with that, Edgeworth and his crew left the Engarde mansion, leaving Phoenix locked up in it. Edgeworth made sure to leave some officers just in case Engarde did come back.

Phoenix sighed and turned to the screen in front of the chair. Well, I guess there's nothing else to do now but wait. I guess I'm glad there's a chair, and I have the free will to walk around.