When he comes to, he realizes the floor is just as hard as the Shibuya crosswalk. Through tired, half-opened eyes he sees the pale blue walls and ceiling before finally noticing the barred door. Strong iron bars that he knows are unbreakable even with the aid of a Persona. He ponders what he must look like from the other side of the cell.
His mind scrambles for information, recounting the events of the previous day until they all fall into their proper slots. He can pick out the exact moment they stepped into Mementos, the shared look he gave his teammates before they descended deeper and deeper into the belly of such a monstrous dungeon.
Trembling, he pushes himself to his feet, collapsing against the cushioned wall the minute he stands. Confusion sweeps inside of him.
'What happened?', 'Where am I?', 'Why am I here—', 'Where is here?'
He does not register the sound of footsteps until the hairs on the back of his neck prick.
"Joker...?" Yusuke gasps quietly.
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