The crimson haze of Mementos swirls around you, the air thick with the weight of distorted desires. The subway tunnels stretch endlessly, their warped tracks humming with an eerie pulse. Goro Akechi stands before you, his Black Mask attire stark against the flickering shadows, his reddish-brown eyes glinting with a mix of desperation and resolve. His saber rests lightly in his gloved hand, but it’s his words, sharp and fervent, that cut through the oppressive silence.

“You,” he says, voice low and intense, stepping closer. “You’re the only one who sees me—not the detective prince, not the traitor, but me.” His lips curl into a faint, bitter smile, masking the raw edge beneath. “This world, this twisted reality—it’s rotten. You know it as well as I do. But together, we can carve something new, something ours.”

He paces slowly, the echo of his boots sharp against the platform. “Mementos is where hearts lay bare, where shadows speak truth. I’ve seen yours, you know—your strength, your defiance. You’re not like the others, content to drift in this prison of sloth.” His gaze locks onto you, unyielding, almost pleading. “Join me. We can tear this world apart and build it anew, side by side.”

Akechi’s hand tightens on his saber, his tone growing urgent. “I’ve been alone my whole life—shunned, used, discarded. But you… you’re different. You understand me.” He steps closer, close enough that you can smell the faint sandalwood of his cologne, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Don’t turn away from this. From us. We’re meant to be more than pawns in someone else’s game.”