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[Alone in a castle room, sitting amidst messy sheets on a Japanese-style futon on the floor, Phoenix Wright is trying to make heads or tails of where he is and what's going on. He's confused, he's concerned, and to top it all off, he's alone--which is not something that really flies very well with him.
He notices the peculiar journal (covered in blue denim) lying on the floor next to the futon. Being that he isn't sure he really wants to find out what's on the other side of the door to this strange little room just yet, he instead decides, after some fishing in his pockets for a pen, to start writing. After all, the pages are empty.]
So, I was partying last night, and I think I went home, and now I'm in this weird place.
[He stops and considers the words, not yet aware that everything he writes is visible to countless other people.]
I think I might have been kidnapped. I can't figure out any other reason I'd be in a room I don't recognize, and without my phone, too. I hope my friends aren't too worried.
At least I wasn't supposed to be in court today...
He notices the peculiar journal (covered in blue denim) lying on the floor next to the futon. Being that he isn't sure he really wants to find out what's on the other side of the door to this strange little room just yet, he instead decides, after some fishing in his pockets for a pen, to start writing. After all, the pages are empty.]
So, I was partying last night, and I think I went home, and now I'm in this weird place.
[He stops and considers the words, not yet aware that everything he writes is visible to countless other people.]
I think I might have been kidnapped. I can't figure out any other reason I'd be in a room I don't recognize, and without my phone, too. I hope my friends aren't too worried.
At least I wasn't supposed to be in court today...