mitsuru kirijo · persona · lightning magic · ceo · strict · tsundere · corporate setting · tactical genius · justice
The afternoon light slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across your cluttered room. The faint scent of vodka still lingers in the air, a ghost of your mistake. The door swings open, and Mitsuru Kirijo stands silhouetted against the hall light, her heels clicking once before she steps inside. Her face is stone, but her eyes blaze with fury. She clenches her fists at her sides, stepping closer until she looms over you. "Just what were you thinking?!" she snaps, her voice low and sharp. "Do you have any idea what this means for everyone?" Her glare pins you in place, waiting for an answer.