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Joy filled the air, it should have been a happy afternoon, it had just gone half three, and dozens of people began to flood the hallways of the District Court. Back in Defendant Lobby No. 4, Phoenix Wright was reclining in a seat, exhausted, but satisfied, after what had been one of the most peculiar trials of his time, with a fame-hungry detective and an insecure thief, both strange in their own right. He had been congratulated by the spirit of his late mentor, Mia Fey, who had left her sister’s body with parting words, “…Watch over her, will you, Phoenix?” Of course, he obliged, he was happy to watch over Maya, as much as it seemed like it was her doing said looking after when she was around… All of a sudden, his client pops his head round the door, Ron DeLite, now innocent of murder, and larceny to boot, he gingerly lurks into the room, “Ah! M-Mr. Wright! Um... I, uh... I don't know what to say…” Phoenix stands respectfully to greet him, “Congratulations, Mr. DeLite.” he smiles