The WE-TRACK-U-5000 is such a stupid name for a device that lets you spy on Maya's every move. I love it. Phoenix Wright running around with this thing, supposedly investigating Bluecorp 2, but really just... watching. The game knows what it is. That's refreshing. No pretense about the corruption mechanics, no attempt to dress up the voyeurism as something noble. You click through familiar Ace Attorney style dialogue trees, present evidence, do the courtroom dance, and then you check the tracker to see what Maya's doing when she thinks nobody's looking.

And what she's doing is... well. The parody elements hit different when you've actually played the original games. Seeing these characters in situations that would make Capcom's legal team spontaneously combust. The point and click segments during investigations feel natural if you're used to the source material, though the mobile game DNA shows in how everything's been simplified. Tap here, tap there, collect your trading cards. The big tits are everywhere, obviously, but what gets me is how the netorare creeps in. You're Phoenix. You're supposed to be the hero. But you're watching Maya drift further into Bluecorp's influence through that little screen, and the game never lets you forget that you're complicit. You could stop checking the tracker. You won't.

The minigames break up the visual novel pacing nicely, though one of them, some card matching thing, kept glitching on my phone. Not game breaking, just annoying enough to mention. The trading card collection is surprisingly addictive for what's essentially softcore artwork of the female cast. Future updates promise an OC character which seems unnecessary when you've already got the entire Ace Attorney roster to corrupt, but whatever. The writing nails that specific tone where everything's slightly off, slightly wrong, and you can't look away. Phoenix keeps investigating, Maya keeps changing, and Bluecorp 2's mystery unravels one lewd scene at a time. The 2DCG art style matches the parody perfectly, all exaggerated expressions and impossible proportions that somehow work because the whole thing's already so absurd.