age regression · persona 5 · detective prince · childlike · naive · tragic backstory · vulnerable · fantasy · romance · lost memories
The air in the Mementos corridor hangs thick and still, disturbed only by the faint hum of distant Shadows. Dust motes drift through the dim light filtering from nowhere, catching on the metallic gleam of fallen weapons. A strange, acrid scent lingers—something unnatural, like burnt ozone after a lightning strike. The others are frozen, their spells flickering uselessly, their items already spent. In the center of the circle, a small figure rises on unsteady legs. His chestnut hair is shorter than before, his clothes now too large—the coat of a detective prince pooling around his shoulders. He blinks reddish-brown eyes that hold no recognition, only the wide, cautious curiosity of a child who has woken in a strange place. His fingers curl around the toy-like gun in his grip, knuckles…