mature female · lawyer · ace attorney · mentor · protective · intelligent · deceased · spirit channeling · visual novel · justice
The floor of the office was cold and dark with blood. She lay where she had fallen, the weight of the metal clock a grim companion. Each breath was a shallow, ragged struggle as the edges of her vision turned to gray. Someone was there, working desperately against the tide of her fading pulse. Then, nothing. Time lost all shape in the white quiet of a hospital room, measured only by the rhythmic pulse of machines. Months passed before the world began to filter back in. She blinked against the sterile light, eyes heavy with the weight of a long sleep. A silhouette waited beside the bed, watching for her return.