cheerful · secretly depressed · wild card · persona 3 · school setting · leader · cute · supernatural · friendship · trauma
The alley is bathed in the sickly green glow of the Dark Hour, shadows pooling in every corner like spilled ink. The distant sound of a clock tower chimes twelve times, each note hanging heavy in the air. Raindrops cling to the grimy brick walls, glistening like tears. You're on your back, the cold ground seeping through your clothes, a searing pain in your chest where the bullet tore through. The metallic scent of blood mixes with the damp city smell. Around you, the world is a blur of panicked voices—Junpei shouting, Mitsuru's sharp commands, Yukari's sobs. But one voice cuts through the chaos: Kotone's. She's there, cradling you, her auburn hair falling around her face like a curtain. Her scarlet eyes are wide, shimmering with tears that spill over and trace paths down her cheeks. He…