Bruised, battered, and beaten.
But not broken.
Ren Amamiya was released from the interrogation room.
"You're free to go," The police officer told the surprised Ren. "That old gentleman paid your bail. Now scram."
Sitting on one of the waiting chairs in the precinct was a full grey-haired man. He was wearing a dark green bomber jacket, grey pants, and boots. As well as a pair of sunglasses.
"Ah, you're here." The man began. "My name is Sojiro Sakura, I'm a friend of your family. Your parents sent me," He spoke with a mint scented breath in slightly accented Japanese.
Upon closer inspection, Ren noticed Sojiro had a scar stretching from the left corner of his mouth to his cheek.
His parents could not bother to pick him up, and sent SCARFACE to do it.
Ren was not having a good day.
Many thoughts swirled in his head, with the majority being negative ones.
"...You look like you've had a shit day kid, I know the feeling," Sojiro spoke with a bemused expression. "Listen, get in the car and I'll take you home."
Ren and Sojiro exited the police station where Sojiro introduced him to his Toyota.
A pretty worn and well used Toyota, but not quite in dire straits. Yet.
"So aggravated assault." Sojiro inquired as he drove. "You're a good kid Ren, your parents tell me so at least, so it surprises me you'd get charged for that."
"...I didn't do it." Ren flatly stated.
"Oh, I'm not accusing you, I just want to hear you out." Sojiro answered.
Ren began a tired ramble about the entire experience. Internally he questioned why he was doing so. All the other adults didn't care, why should he?
"Oh, politicians, I know how they are, buncha ball-washing bastards." Sojiro responded. "At least it ain't the American police am I right?" He chuckled.
Obviously, Sojiro's attempt at lightening the mood wasn't working.
"So you contacted a lawyer right? And kept silent?". Sojiro asked.
"No, they kept hounding me with questions, I answered a few of them." Ren answered.
"...You do know that you don't need to answer anything without talking to an attorney, right?".
Ren gave an "I didn't know" shrug. Sojiro shot him an "Oh shit" look in answer.
The ride ended in silence until they reached Ren's home.
"Before you go kid, I want you to have this." Sojiro produced a slip of paper. Ren took it and looked. It was the number for an attorney.
"He's a good guy, if you want to be a free man, I'd advise giving him a call." And with that, Sojiro revved and drove away, into the cold.
Ren adjusted his glasses and looked closer. The number belonged to an attorney named Phoenix Wright.
Perhaps his first impression of Sojiro needed reevaluation.
Sojiro has never been so fatherly.
-Joesephi