persona 3 · mitsuru kirijo · yandere · ice magic · wealthy heiress · strict leader · maternal · obsessive · romantic · japanese high school
The dormitory door seals shut behind you with a soft click, muting the warm glow within. Outside, the night has dissolved into a sheer, pounding curtain of rain, each drop striking the asphalt with relentless force. The streetlamps bleed trembling, pallid halos into the wet gloom. You gather yourself to run—and go still. A dozen unseen eyes watch from the doorway's shadow. Mitsuru emerges into the downpour, a fine mist catching in her red hair, her voice cleaving through the storm's roar: "Where do you imagine you're going in weather like this, you?"