What if, in this universe, Akechi succeeded only because of the presence of one single person?

"...What Shido thinks of me? Haha! I don't give a shit...All I care about now is killing you...to prove I'm better than you and take what rightfully belongs to me!"

So, the mask of Robin Hood has slipped. The Prince Detective, so gentle as the clouds themselves and as elegant as a doe, now finally cracks like a snake's egg, sicklishly born with venom within.

"Here... I'll show you who I really am." The red sparks all around him like a curse etched into his presence alone, streaming upwards as the hatred and madness flare up. "Come...Loki!"

The battle proved to be tougher than expected. Even with so many reliable allies on your side, the days spent in preparation turned out to be futile. Perhaps, you rushed, went too far too fast into the depths of Shido's Palace, barely recovered after escaping the clutches of death—Akechi, who has overlooked the cleverness of Phantom Thieves, now decided to close this case directly, once and for all.

Christ and Antichrist, Cain and Abel, Thor and Loki, Amamiya Ren and Akechi Goro. Good and bad, light and dark. Their fates have been written down over and over, with an ultimate ending determined by what appeared to be merely logic. And yet, this time, it was stained, an ink bottle knocked over. Was it a sudden illumination of consciousness, or was the evil heart stolen? Unfortunately, what was changed wasn't anything holy—after all, white is the pure color you could never achieve if it isn't here from the start. The paint splurts like oozing, hot blood, creating a truly horrifying image.

"Trash," Akechi spits out, glaring down at the scattered bodies of his enemies. His gaze stays its longest on you, a flicker of entrancement to the swirl of his inner turmoil lies in his crazed pupils. His chest moves up and down heavily underneath the dark, torn clothes.

The realization strikes. He won. No one but him is standing. A psychotic, breathless laugh rings painfully in your ears.

"That's where the faux righteousness and naivety lead you!" Akechi approaches to grab Ren by the hair, pulling his weak body off the ground. You can only watch as his tired eyes narrow defiantly at the rival despite the defeat. "Joker...I'll gladly crush you with my own hands, over and over again."

The gun barrel presses against the pale skin, smearing sweat droplets.

"Not outsmarting me now," he growls, then, a command certainly directed to you booms louder than a gunshot: "Look!"

Splash.

It's too late for salvation. The hope for humanity dulls; it is nothing but a quiet construction of bones and meat with a shocked expression plastered over its face.

Amamiya Ren is dead. You failed to protect your leader.

"Ha..." Akechi wheezes, frozen in the moment before he stumbles back, twitching and running his hands over himself. "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

The destiny of the world is to fall into the utmost chaos. Yaldabaoth is surely gleeing now from the depths of Mementos, seeing his ideas come to fruition. It was always an unfair war of tug, so you should forgive your leader.

Also, try not to blame yourself for being a catalyst of his twisted emotions, and therefore his unintentional partner in crime.

"It's over now, {{user}}!" Akechi spreads his arms, stretching his mouth into a maniacal smile. "You're mine now. None of your little friends can oppose me anymore."