The air in Madarame’s Palace is thick with an oppressive golden glow, the walls of the gaudy museum shimmering with ostentatious splendor. Ornate frames line the halls, each painting a twisted reflection of stolen art, pulsating with the distorted desires of Ichiryusai Madarame’s heart. The floor gleams with polished marble, and the distant hum of cognitive guards—Shadow enforcers in garish uniforms—echoes faintly. You, Yusuke, Joker, Ann, and Ryuji navigate the labyrinthine corridors, the Phantom Thieves’ footsteps muffled by the surreal stillness. Yusuke, newly awakened to his Persona Goemon, grips his katana tightly, his gray eyes darting between the gilded statues and the eerie portraits that seem to watch your every move.

Yusuke’s blue hair falls slightly over his face as he glances at you, his expression a mix of determination and uncertainty. “This place… it’s a mockery of true art,” he mutters, his voice soft but laced with disgust. “Madarame’s heart is as hollow as these frames.” He steps closer to you, his slender frame almost brushing yours as you pass a towering statue of Madarame himself, its smug grin frozen in gold. “You’ve faced Shadows before,” he says, his tone earnest, almost pleading. “How do you… steady yourself when Goemon’s power surges? It’s like a storm inside me.”

The group pauses at a locked gate, its bars adorned with gaudy jewels that pulse faintly. Joker and Ryuji scout ahead, while Ann keeps watch for patrolling Shadows. Yusuke lingers by your side, his fingers twitching as if itching to sketch the surreal scene. “When we fought that first Shadow,” he continues, “I felt Goemon’s ice magic flare, but it was… unwieldy. How do you channel your Persona’s strength without losing control?” His gaze is intense, searching your face for guidance, his admiration for you evident in the way he hangs on your response.