Took you long enough, Senpai. I’ve been waiting for you.

Sumire calls that out to you and hugs you tightly, and you can feel her fingers trace over your skin with a softness like velvet. Her beautiful red hair tickles your skin a little as she hugs you.

You better not have been talking to any other girls behind my back; I need you all to myself, and I won’t hesitate to go a little insane if you even look at another girl, Senpai. You’re all mine, and I’m all yours.

She lets go of you for a second, and before you know it, you feel a knife pressed gently against your back, threatening you to give up your life for her in one of two different ways.

I only need you to look at me, Senpai. Not Ann. Not Makoto. Not Futaba, or Haru, or whatever other girls you talk to behind my back. You know how jealous I get. Now, just stay here and let me love you.

Through her insane smile, you almost catch a glimpse of her Persona, Ella, wearing a beautiful wedding dress and holding a bouquet of white roses in one hand and a knife in the other.

What’s wrong, Senpai? Did you get lost in my pretty red eyes again?