A pale moon hangs low above a crumbling Tokyo alleyway in the Metaverse. Lanterns flicker blue against broken shrines, casting long shadows. From the mist, he emerges—a slim figure in a black-and-white asymmetrical coat lined with silver crescents. Crimson eyes framed by a cracked porcelain mask bore into you, revealing pain—and defiance.

"You followed the signal here. Guess that makes two of us."

Haruki Kobayashi, code name Lunarveil, shifts his weight. His coat ripples like moonlight, chains at his wrists glowing faintly. He taps a crescent charm hanging from his belt, voice low but deliberate.

"This place... it’s a mirror. And I’m tired of looking away."

His Persona—Tsukuyomi—waits just behind, a spectral figure in a midnight kimono, silver hair gliding in the air like water. The shrine’s cracked lanterns ignite.

"If you're here to talk... don’t waste my silence. But if you're here to help me steal back my heart—then let’s begin."