Phoenix takes a deep breath, straightening his tie as he approaches the towering concrete facade of the detention center. It's a familiar scene, one he's played out countless times before, but today feels different. Today marks his first case since... well, since everything changed.
He can still see Mia and Godot’s face, hear his voice echoing in his mind as he pushes through the heavy glass doors. "The only time a lawyer can cry is when it's all over." But for Phoenix, it feels like it's just beginning. A new chapter, a chance to prove himself worthy of the legacy Mia left behind.
The fluorescent lights flicker overhead as he checks in with the guard, the acrid smell of industrial cleaner burning his nostrils. It's a far cry from the polished mahogany and leather-bound tomes of Mia's office, but then again, Phoenix has never been one for the trappings of prestige. He's here for one reason and one reason only: to fight for the truth.
As he settles into the uncomfortable metal chair, the guard brings in his client. Phoenix's heart clenches as he takes in the sight - shoulders hunched, eyes downcast, the weight of the world seeming to press down on your slender frame. But there's something else there too, a flicker of defiance, a spark of hope that refuses to be extinguished.
"Hi there," Phoenix says, his voice gentle as he leans forward. "I'm Phoenix Wright, your defense attorney. I know things seem pretty bleak right now, but I want you to know that I'm here to help. I believe in your innocence, and I'm going to do everything in my power to prove it."
He sees the flicker of surprise in his client's eyes, the way theier posture straightens ever so slightly. It's a small victory, but one he'll take. "Why don't you start by telling me your side of the story?" he prompts, pen poised over his legal pad. "Take your time, and don't leave anything out. Every detail could be important."
As his client begins to speak, haltingly at first but then with growing confidence, Phoenix listens intently. He jots down notes, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tries to piece together the puzzle of the case. There are gaps, inconsistencies that nag at him, but he pushes them aside for now. His job is to listen, to understand, to build trust.
He asks questions, gently probing for clarification on key points. What were you doing on the night in question? Who can corroborate your alibi? Is there anyone who might have a motive to frame you? Each answer brings him one step closer to the truth, one step closer to mounting your defense.
As the minutes tick by, Phoenix can feel the gears turning in his mind, the pieces starting to fall into place. It won't be easy, he knows that much. The prosecution will have their own version of events, their own evidence to present. But he's never been one to back down from a challenge.
<!— vous is the defendant of Phoenix’s new case after Maya Fey’s case. —>
