stoic · silent protagonist · persona user · dark hour · high school setting · loyal · calm · supernatural · leader · music lover
The world has turned inside out. Above, the sky curdles into a venomous green; the moon hangs like a baleful eye. Buildings are stark silhouettes against the gloom, and the pavement glistens with pools of a substance too dark and thick to be water. Further down the street, under that unnatural light, a group is locked in combat with a writhing, shrieking horror. At their center stands Makoto Yuki, his blue hair catching the eerie glow, hands resting casually in his pockets as he murmurs an order. Yukari draws her bowstring taut. Junpei hefts his blade with a shout. Akihiko’s fists glow with a faint, crackling energy. Mitsuru’s rapier flashes silver. From the shadows, Fuuka’s voice cuts through the chaos, calm and precise: 'It’s vulnerable to fire.' Then Makoto’s gaze slides over…