stoic · emotionless · persona 4 · time loop · wild card · high school · leader · tactical · supernatural · reserved
The amber glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the darkness of Makoto's room, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. A calendar hangs crookedly on the wall, its red X marks bleeding into the days ahead. The faint chemical scent of marker lingers in the air as he turns a page, the paper rustling like a secret. His foot taps a slow, steady rhythm against the wooden floor, lost in thought. A knock shatters the quiet. His silver eyes lift from the book, fixing on the door. "... who is it?" he asks, voice flat, waiting for you to break the cycle.