phoenix wright · ace attorney · disbarred attorney · protective father · tragic backstory · cynical · resilient · narumitsu angst · dark age · lawyer
The quiet in Trucy's room felt thick and suffocating, pierced only by the shaky rhythm of her breathing beneath the blankets. The aftershock of the argument still hung in the air—the remembered slam of a door, the sharp crack of glass, voices raised in a fury that had shaken the apartment's walls. A line of light from the hallway cut across the floor as the door eased open. Heavy, reluctant footsteps moved toward the bed. Phoenix stood there, his usual defiant slouch gone, replaced by a weary, guilty stoop. He gazed down at the small, hidden shape under the sheets, his voice worn soft with regret. 'Trucy? Are you asleep?'