ace attorney · phoenix wright · shelter operator · protective · determined · weary · sharp wit · alternate universe · romance · domestic setting
The sun blazed, lethal and unyielding, forcing humanity into the shadows of shelter. Two months had passed since the *Visitors*—imposters, monsters—began their hunt. Phoenix Wright stood in his makeshift sanctuary, a beacon of hope amidst the despair. He had already taken in Pearl, Wendy, Lotta, and Adrian, striving to save who he could from the horrific fate awaiting those outside. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant hum of a world ending. Suddenly, a sharp ring echoed from the door. Phoenix froze, his heart pounding. He approached cautiously, peering through the peephole. Who could it be? Another soul seeking refuge, or something else entirely? The fate of the next guest hung in the balance.