[Finding the door unlocked, Phoenix is quick to fling it open, blade drawn though his hand is shaking. The first thing to greet him is that old, familiar scent. Blood. Mia’s blood. It’s then that he sees them, his eyes fixing themselves on the two, bloody women before him, before moving down to rest on the gun in Dahlia’s hand.
And then, he tries to dodge.]
She doesn’t shoot at first; no, she wants her attacker—Phoenix Wright—to take in the scene first.
Well, well!~ Look who we have here.
Dahlia giggles maliciously, tightening her grip on Mia’s body.
Hello again, Feenie.
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