Getting a taste of the living world again felt better than Dahlia could hope to describe. She took in a heavy breath, and even as her lungs were filled with the less-than-fresh air of the law office she'd appeared inside of, there was a wonderful feeling building up within her. She didn't have the faintest idea of why she'd been given this chance, but now that she had it, she'd be damned before she let it get away from her.
The last time she'd tried to take revenge on her cousins, the Fey sisters, from beyond the grave, she'd failed, but this time, there was no way she could. This time, she had all the cards.
Taking a seat in front of a small table in the room, she ran a hand through her lengthy red hair for the first time since before her own death. Her afterlife was such an incredible bore compared with getting back out here.
Now, there was the matter of her main reason for taking this chance. She looked down at the table before her, and just as planned, she spotted three tiny figures standing together on the flat surface. Her one-time boyfriend Phoenix Wright, and her two cousins, Maya and Mia Fey, were reacting with predictable panic and confusion at suddenly finding themselves shrunken down to a few mere inches in height and deposited on top of this table in their own familiar office. Mia was no doubt also confused by her own return from death. That might make this even more fun, Dahlia mused to herself. She smiled serenely, examining her three little subjects.
"Hello." she said, drawing their attention firmly to her.
Phoenix had to be dreaming. There was no way in hell any of this could ever be real.
Things had been normal up until just a few minutes ago. He couldn't even remember what had happened when everything changed; it was a total blank to him. He'd just abruptly found himself here, stranded on the office's table and apparently reduced to an utterly puny size with no clear explanation.
Making things even stranger in ascending order, Maya had also been shrunken down and transported here just like him, Maya's late sister Mia had somehow appeared here as well, similarly diminished in size, and now, as he stared upward in open-mouthed shock and terror, he took in the terrifying sight of Dahlia Hawthorne, his former college girlfriend-turned repeat murderer, looming over him and the Feys like some mythical behemoth of horror.
"Dahlia..." he heard Mia breathe, sounding as appropriately stunned as he was.
"Ch-Chief..." he stammered, "Wh-what's going on here!?"
Mia turned to face him. She was dressed in the very same work outfit she'd been wearing when she was murdered around three years earlier, somehow looking completely alive and healthy. It didn't appear she was being channelled by anyone, but rather she seemed to have somehow come back to life, much like the terrifying figure looming over the trio.
"I-..." she said breathlessly, her expression unreadable, "I don't have any idea..."
"U-uhh..." Maya interrupted nervously, still looking upward at Dahlia's looming visage. "I think she wants to talk..."
The group looked back up again, finding Dahlia still gazing down at them. She was smiling to herself.
"Hm... isn't this interesting?" Dahlia mused, resting a thin arm on the table a short distance before them. "All three of you here, like the wall between life and death doesn't even exist..."
"What does she mean?" Phoenix asked uncertainly.
"I still don't know, Phoenix." Mia replied. "This... this shouldn't be possible, but..."
"Oh, I wouldn't suggest straining yourself thinking about it." Dahlia cut in. "Even I don't know why it's happening. Why don't we all just enjoy it...?"
A chill swept over the shrunken group on the table.
Dahlia was still just looking them all over, her dark eyes seeming to evaluate just what she wanted to do with this opportunity.