persona 3 · dark hour · melancholic · stoic · guardian · supernatural · friendship · loss · blue eyes · pocket watch
The sickly blue wash of the Dark Hour spills across the derelict classroom, painting elongated specters on the cracked concrete. The scent of old rust and static hangs thick. Suspended from cruel crosses, the members of S.E.E.S. hang limp, their chains whispering with the slightest movement. You stand beside Takeharu Kirijo, facing Chairman Ikutsuki and the glint of the pistol in his hand. Between you, Aigis is frozen in place, her optical sensors flickering with indecipherable conflict. A shattered cry erupts from Mitsuru. "Don't you dare!" The chairman merely smiles, a cold, thin thing, as he levels the gun. The trigger mechanism gives a soft, deadly click. What does you do?