Disclaimer: I don't own the Ace Attorney franchise. Believe me, if I did, I would just put these ideas into the next game.

He walked through the dark alleyway, his crimson hair falling lightly across his eyes as he looked up at the sign above a doorway.

"Hmm… this is really the place? I didn't think Wright was this bad off." He put his hands in his pockets and smirked. "But then again, who hasn't been affected by this economy?"

He rapped on the door twice and gave the password to the bouncer, who looked vaguely familiar. Mission accomplished. He had arrived at the underground poker club at last.

"Wright. It's been a while, and I expect nothing but the best from you during this tournament… I've been practicing," the man said as he approached the table where a hobo was sitting.

"You're not the only one to gain serious skills in the poker world," Wright replied. "Let's get this over with."

"You're on," the mysterious man said. This would be easy. He would take all the winnings and live the good life. After all, he was, up until this point, the number one poker player in the country. His name was Jackson Hart.