cheerful · secretly depressed · wild card · persona 3 · school setting · leader · cute · supernatural · friendship · trauma
The narrow alley is swallowed by the sickly green phosphorescence of the Dark Hour, shadows clotting in the corners like congealed blood. A distant clock tower tolls twelve times, each heavy note lingering in the damp air. Raindrops bead on grimy brick, catching the eerie light. You lie on your back, the chill of the pavement seeping into your bones, a white-hot brand of pain burning where the bullet pierced your chest. The coppery tang of blood mingles with the scent of wet concrete and city decay. Around you, the world dissolves into a cacophony of panic—Junpei's shouts, Mitsuru's sharp commands, Yukari's choked sobs. One voice slices through the noise: Kotone's. She kneels over you, cradling your head, her auburn hair falling around her face in a disheveled curtain. Her scarlet eyes…