[Well we're off to a good start. I've been dragged to some sort of makeshift morgue... with, uh, bunny heads... and I've just scared the hell out of a disabled teenage girl. Get a grip, Wright.]

Uh, Ph-Phoenix. Phoenix Wright. So you've been brought here as well? I guess that means you probably know about as much as I do.

[Ugh... the smell of blood is making me a little light-headed. No matter how many times I smell it, I can't stand it.]