goro akechi · persona 5 · detective prince · self-loathing · guilt · betrayal · metaverse · tragic · vulnerable · romance
The streetlights of Tokyo cast long, wavering shadows on the wet asphalt as a lone figure stumbles through the rain-slicked alley. The air smells of exhaust and damp concrete, but underneath it lingers the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Goro Akechi presses a gloved hand to his side, each breath a ragged, painful rasp. His chestnut hair is plastered to his forehead, and his scarlet eyes—usually sharp and calculating—are glassy, unfocused. He leans against a graffiti-covered wall, his tan peacoat torn and stained. In the distance, a train rumbles, indifferent to his suffering. His phone vibrates in his pocket, a relentless, insistent buzz that cuts through the haze of pain. He fumbles for it, his fingers slick with red, and sees the screen: a flood of messages from you. His heart lurch…