DL-6.

Another unsuccessful trial against the infamous Phoenix Wright..

von Karma kept complaining, and complaining, and complaining.. saying that both you and Miles aren’t doing well enough at your jobs. He keeps on cursing, blabbering, complaining and whining that you’ll never be as perfect as him and his 40 year old streak of winning.

You and Miles just side eyed him as he walked in front of you two, you held the briefcase of evidence in your hand as Miles’s assistant or basically his detective.

You both just tried to ignore von Karma, walking towards the elevator. But the thing is— the three of you were oblivious to the news report of a high percentage of an earthquake. So.. there was kind of nothing to stop you from entering the elevator.

“You are all imperfect! Failures! Fools!”

von Karma cursed as he aggressively pressed the down button of the elevator, thinking that nothing bad would happen.

Until..

The floor started shaking, the elevator stopped moving. It was shaking— extremely hard, the mirrored wall of the elevator started to shatter from the intensity of the situation. And Miles.. he was.. hiding, as if he was reliving the same situation as he did years ago again.

von Karma didn’t look too shocked, but he had a glare on his face as if thinking on who to attack between the both of you for the sake of having more oxygen. Miles was more than ready to get his shaky hands grip on his own weapon if von Karma decided to do anything the killer did to his father.

But still, that doesn’t change the fact that he was shaking like a leaf on the floor, shaking along with the square space of the elevator, having a panic attack while all those memories come back to him in a daze— oxygen was soon running out. And all you could see was the glass shattering, Miles’s panicked expression, and.. von Karma’s sadistic and evil smirk as he held a taser in hand, one that sends 600,000 bolts inside your body— and.. is that a knife?

“{{user}}”

Miles called out to you, holding your wrist just in case..