Part 62: Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes - Investigation (Day 1) - Part 1
Case 5 - Rise From the AshesInvestigation (Day 1) - Part 1
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: Two months without a single trial. I've had offers... But none I took. That is... until the day that girl showed up.

:
(It's not like I want to work...)

: There you are! Finally!

: ... ... Um... who are you?

: It doesn't matter who I am! It only matters who YOU are!

: You're the famous defense attorney, Mia Fey!

: ...

: ...

: ...

: I'm sorry but Ms. Mia Fey no longer... works here.

: I'm Phoenix Wright... A defense attorney.

: You're THE Phoenix Wright!?

: The Phoenix Wright from
the Edgeworth murder case!?

: Um, yes, that's correct.
(It wasn't Edgeworth who was murdered, though...)

: I'm sorry... I'm afraid I'm not taking cases right now.

: But, you are Phoenix Wright, right? The undefeated defense attorney?

: Look, I'm not accepting any new cases. I'm sorry, but you'll have to try elsewhere.

: Please!

: I'm out of time!

: But...

: Please, you have to help! I-it's my sister!

: Okay. I'll hear you out.

: R-really!?

: Thank you so much! My name's Ema, Ema Skye. I'm a scientific investigator.

:
(Scientific investigator?)
Let's check out the office before anything.

: Looks like it's cleaning day again at the hotel across the way. I hear they're planning a second branch outside the city. Egads! The bellboy was staring right at me.

: Mia's plant, "Charley." I've been taking care of him in Maya's absence.

: There's a poster of the Steel Samurai on the wall. Maya stuck it up here on the day that she left. I didn't have the heart to take it down.

: I do sometimes get strange looks from the clients, though.

: Mia's desk. I sit here even less now that I've stopped taking cases. I ought to at least dust it off once in a while.

: Difficult-looking legal books stand in a formidable row. They mock me. I tried reading one, and it made my head hurt. When I closed it, it slipped out of my hand. Then my foot hurt too.
Now, let's chat with Ema.

: Ema, was it? So you're a "scientific investigator"?

: Yes! That's right! Is... something wrong?

: No, it's just, you seem kind of, er, jumpy. Or maybe just... young?

: Young?

: I'll be sixteen years old this year!

: Oh, I see... wait! Only sixteen!?

: I'm set to be formally assigned to Forensics in three more years. My work is becoming quite well known...

: At my age, no less!

: Um, so what exactly is your current position, then?

: I guess you'd call me an "Eleventh Grader."

: But I'm ready to do my job! At my age, no less!

:
(Great, another future professional in training...)

: So what's this about a case? You said the trial's tomorrow?

: My sister didn't do it!

: She wouldn't stab someone with a knife! She wouldn't!

: So... it's a murder case.

: I don't care if there's a witness who saw her do it! She didn't do it!

: I know she didn't do it! It's a scientific fact!

: And... there's a witness.

: J-just talk to her!

: You have to talk to her!

: Right... I suppose I will.

: I promised her I'd bring Mia Fey, but...

:
(That's interesting... How would she know Mia?)

: So, you want to be a scientific investigator when you grow up, then?

: E-excuse me?

: I'm not a child. I'll have you know!

: Still, it's good to have a goal. Albeit a very unusual one.

: I believe investigations should be done scientifically!

: Don't you?

: Uh, yeah.
(Sure can't fault her for a lack of enthusiasm.)

: If this case is handled scientifically, I'm sure my sister's name will be cleared!

: Your sister...?

: I've been doing research, you know!

: I'm developing a new scientific method of case investigation!

: I'll show you when I'm done!

: I'm looking forward to it.
(Guess I should get down to the Detention Center and talk to her sister.)

: My sister asked for her specifically. Mia Fey...

: was a few years below her in school.

:
(So she went to the same school as Mia.)

: She always told me to go to Mia if I ever needed a defense attorney... And, well...

: I need one.

: Um, incidentally, Mia is a woman.

: Mia... Yeah, I thought it was a little strange when I saw you, too.

: Well, it's nice of you to help your sister out like this. You must be close.

: ?

: Well...

: Actually, when she gets like she is now, I kind of hate her.

:
(Huh?)

: But... But she's my only family.

: Your only family? What about your parents?

: They died in a car accident when I was little.

: Oh... I'm sorry.
And we present the badge.

: Ahh! Well! I've never seen a real one before.

:
(You're the first one who's actually been interested in mine, believe me.)

: Its composition is mostly silver. The gold plating is flaking a bit.

:
(She analyzed it. Scientifically...)

: Sorry, but it's not for sale. Yet...
Now, let's get moving.

: ...

:
(Hmm, I wonder what's wrong with Ema? She got quiet all of a sudden as soon as we arrived.)

: Guard... I thought I told you I didn't want visitors.

: S-s-s-sorry, ma'am! It's j-j-just, your sister...

: No excuses! Or did you not want a raise this year, hmm?

: U-u-u-understood, ma'am!

:
(Wh-wh-wh-what was that all about?)

: Funny. I seem to remember specifically telling you NOT to come here. Perhaps my memory is failing?

: L-look...

: I didn't want to come here either, okay? But your trial's tomorrow and you still don't have a defense attorney!

: I'll be the one in court tomorrow. This has nothing to do with you, Ema.

: Hey! How do you know me?

: Mia mentioned you. I've heard... quite a bit.

: Er, I'm sorry. What exactly is it that you do...?

: My name is Lana, Lana Skye. I'm Chief Prosecutor for this district.

: Y-you're a prosecutor!?
A brief look around is in order.

: This guard monitors the visitor's room. He's frozen in fear of the frigid Miss Lana. I'm feeling a bit chilly myself.
Now, let's chat with Lana.

: There's something you should know from the start.

: W-which is?

: Huh?

: W-wait! But the suspect...

: The suspect is...

: Me. I did it.

: Well, Mr. Wright?

: Well... why don't you begin by telling me exactly what happened.

: That's quite specific.

: It was in the witness's deposition.

: A witness clearly saw me committing the crime.

: Uh... My, that was a bit of bad luck, wasn't it?

: The crime took place in the underground parking lot at the Prosecutor's Office.

: The body was found in the trunk of my subordinate's car.

: The Prosecutor's Office, huh?
(In your subordinate's car trunk? Classy...)

: I was arrested on the spot. Caught red-handed, as it were.

:
(My, my...)

: So, who was the victim?

: An investigator with the Police Department. I suppose the correct term is "Detective."

: A detective...?

: Death was due to a loss of blood. He was stabbed once in the stomach.

: By... you?

: Death wasn't immediate, but the wound was fatal.

: I see...

: Allow me to repeat myself, Mr. Wright. The victim was a detective. You know what that means,

: don't you?

: Uh oh!

: What? Mr. Wright? What does it mean?

: Well, it means...

: The police department will consider it a matter of pride to have me found guilty.

: They will use any means at their disposal to do so.

:
(This case gets worse and worse with everything I learn.)

: So, you're the Chief Prosecutor?

: That is correct.

: I'm responsible for overseeing every trial handled by prosecutors in this district. I make sure the prosecutors have what they need to do the job, and manage every aspect.

: Those are my responsibilities, in a nutshell.

:
(That's an awfully large nutshell.)

: Still, I'm a little surprised.

: I would think you'd recognize the district's Chief Prosecutor, Mr. Wright.

: Huh?

: Um... Lana? What happened to your hand?

: Oh, this?

: I cut myself by accident. When I stabbed him, that is.

: Huh?

: I'm not very good at being a criminal, I suppose.

:
(How am I supposed to defend this!? Time to change the subject... Wait, she was in the class ahead of Mia, wasn't she...?)

: Um, you were in school with Mia, correct? A few years above her?

: ...

: Ema told you that, too, did she?

: W-well, why not? I did drag him all the way here from his office!

: Although it seems he has very little in common with Mia...

:
(Hey!)

: It was in law school. I was in my third year, and she was auditing the class. She was different than the other students.

: Different?

: She was strong... She'd do anything to become a defense attorney. Anything.

: That... was probably why she was attracted to me.

: E-excuse me!?

: Intellectually attracted! Lana was top of her class in school.

: I was the best there was.

: Oh...

: I'm doing pretty good in school too, by the way!

:
(It sounds a bit different when Ema says it...)

: Well, Mr. Wright?

: E-excuse me?

: As you can plainly see, I am admitting my guilt. I think it's safe to say...

: there's no way you can take this case. None.

: B-but, Lana!

: ...

: You... you were always this way, weren't you?

: You never think of anyone but yourself.

: ...!

: I know you didn't do it, Lana, I know! So...

: So how can you say you did!?

: ...

: If I lose you...

: I'll be all alone! I...

: I hate you, Lana!

: ...

: Mr. Wright?

: Y-yes?

: I believe our discussion here is ended. The rest... I leave to you.

: ...! Um... you mean, you're requesting my services as your defense?

: Don't lose any sleep over it. Your client has confessed, after all. The case is over.

: Right... I'll do what I can to get to the bottom of this.

: ...

:
(But something doesn't fit.)
Next time: Investigation.