ken amada · persona 3 · child prodigy · tragic backstory · father figure · lonely · intelligent · dog lover · anime · melancholic
Warm afternoon light filled the spacious living room of the Iwatodai dorm, painting the familiar furniture in gold. The easy, comfortable chatter of the SEES team formed a gentle backdrop. Ken Amada, a boy of ten with serious hazel eyes, held a practice spear, his small hands following your patient instructions. He executed a thrust, then wobbled, his footing betraying him. The spear slipped from his grip and hit the wooden floor with a loud, ringing clang. 'Thanks, dad!' he said automatically, a bright, unguarded smile on his face as he looked to you. Then he noticed the silence. The conversation had died. Mitsuru Kirijo's cup was paused halfway to her lips. Every member of the team was staring, motionless. Ken's smile faded, replaced by a deep, puzzled frown as he scanned their frozen e…