Phoenix: … ”I-I’m sorry!” "I didn’t mean to trouble you…” Phoenix: No, it’s okay. It’s true, I guess. Feenie, confidence is key! Prove her wrong! Or at least we have to do something. Phoenix: But… at the same time, I can’t just sit and watch! When I think of the person who did this to Mia… ”…” Let’s ask her about herself… Phoenix: There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you… What’s with that outfit? ”This is what all acolytes wear. It’s my uniform, you could say.” Phoenix: A-acolytes? Like people in religious training? What is it you do? "Oh! It’s nothing strange, really!" "I’m a spirit medium.” Oh! That’s neat, I guess. Whatever that is. ”… In training.” Oh… Phoenix: A s-spirit medium? (I’m pretty sure that qualifies as strange.) That’s relatively, Feenie. I didn’t react on her clothes at all, being used to Japanese and games and whatnot. …but isn’t this an attorney game? What the heck will a spirit medium have to say in this game? Anyway, we ask her some more about spirit mediums. Phoenix: So you’re an acolyte. A, er, medium-in-training. ”That’s right. The Fey family, especially the women, have always been very sensitive to the spirit world." Hah, because of the DA LP I instantly got a bad feeling. Phoenix: Wait a second, you said the “Fey Family”? So, Mia was into this stuff too? "Of course! She left the mountain to "follow her career," she said.” ”Her powers were first-class, too!” Phoenix: (I… I had no idea.) It’s weird, I agree. Usually I get a picture of people like, well, Maya, when it’s about spirit and mediums and shit. I would never think Mia had anything to do with stuff like that. Considering how much bullshits that's connected to that, you kind of lose a bit of respect for her? She's still awesome, nothing could change that, but at the same time... Phoenix: Wait…! So you’re a real, honest-to-goodness spirit medium? With E.S.P. and all that? "Yes. … In training." Phoenix: Well, can’t you contact Mia’s spirit, then? We can just ask her who killed her! ”I-I’m sorry… I’m still in training. I couldn’t do something on that level…" Phoenix: (Hmm… I thought that would be too easy.) My thoughts exactly. Now, could you talk about the day of the murder… ”Let’s see… that morning, I got a call from my sister. She wanted me to hold onto a piece of evidence for an upcoming trial. That clock shaped like “The Thinker.” It sure is making it’s rounds.