(Any and all Canon Characters and worlds are all owned by ATLUS, and not owned by me except for my own characters introduced. And any lyrics from songs used throughout this story are not owned by me either. Please sit back and enjoy "Persona 5: Memories of the Knight".

Memory 1: Prologue

My life...Was nothing but a lie. My memories and my mind were nothing more than a giant mess.
I thought I had some form of a happy family that was around. Around and that was there every step of the way.
Every step in every part of my life. From Elementary to High School. And from High School to Graduation.

A family where both parents loved me equally.
A family where nothing bad ever happened.
I thought that for a year.

But I was wrong...I hardly had anything like that.
I never had one. This whole time...I was sad.
No...That's not fully true. There was my mother. She loved me with all her heart.

But...She was taken away from me.
My memories of her.
My memory of my mother.

I lived in an orphanage for most of my life. Everyone was able to be adopted, but...I was last. I was always last.
But then, when I was five years old, it finally happened. I was finally adopted by a family. The Mercer family.
It felt like the ending of a fairytale. To finally have a mom who would love me with all of her heart. And a father who supports and loves me.

But that's when I learned the harsh truth. Nothing ends like that.
My Mom was the only one who cared for me. She wanted to start over.
My Dad...? All he did was drink. Every day, he woke up to get drunk and then always came home drunk. All to dull the pain.

Thirteen years of pain. If things had remained as they were, it would have been fourteen.
They both lost their son in an accident years ago...Their breaks stopped working. While my mother lived, he didn't. She adopted me to start over.
And the only thing that started over? Their home life from that moment onward.

He was violent, he always screamed, and did things that were...Unfatherly. It made Mom stressed. It was all slowly killing her. Crushing her spirit.
I could see it in her. Bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. Dedicating every night to crying. And I could hear it...Every night.
She lost the energy to do anything. Hardly sleep. Hardly eat. Almost every ounce of abuse and blame was put on her...And me.

On top of everything else? Age was starting to get to her. And that left her even more vulnerable.
It hurt...To see her like that every day.
I thought that by finally having a family, things would be happy. All would be good in my life.

I was wrong.
But then, one day...I couldn't take it anymore.
That day...I ran away.

That day...Everything changed.
Changed for all of us.
Changed for me.

Mercer Household/Early Morning
March 30th, 20XX

"...And I'm tellin' you to shut your GODDAMN MOUTH!" A voice screamed as a glass bottle was thrown and smashed right into the wall that belonged to the small kitchen, the shards flying all around the room. Luckily, nobody was hurt. But the thrower in question, however, had anger and rage on his face. Drunken rage. The male was a man around his sixties with short Brown hair, and wore a Green shirt with White pants. Before him was a woman around the same age with long Black hair that wore a Black button-up shirt with a Brown jacket, Black pants, and, most importantly, had a look of pure defeat on her face. Bags around her eyes, and iris' that were full of sadness...And lack of life. Meanwhile, someone else was sitting at the table with her. And all they could do at this moment was just watch. "...I do NOT have the problem! You're the problem here, Stacie! You brought him in here! YOU'RE THE REASON!"

All Stacie could do was just sit there, taking what he had to say while glancing down at her feet. All while the other person sitting there glances over at her. That very person was an eighteen-year-old male with messy, but fluffy, Black hair that covered his ears, a bit of it also covering his eyes with a tad bit more on his right side, and the entire back of his neck. Despite the hair covering a good amount of his eyes and his ears, he had thin, rectangular framed glasses and a Basic Silver earcuff on the left ear if one were able to see it. The hair, however, was Dark Blue on the ends. As if dip dyed. And with that, he wore a Red sweater that was a size bigger than him, with his hands covered by the sleeves, and Tan colored pants.

All he could do was stare with his Icy Blue colored eyes, unsure of what to do. They fought all the time. Or at least, his father was the one to fight with her. But...This one felt worse than most times. "I'm...Sorry..." She tried to say, her voice being rather quiet and reserved.

"Sorry?! SORRY?! Is sorry gonna bring our son back?! Our real one?! You're the reason why he's dead!" He screamed, his hands slamming onto the table as the couple stared at each other eye to eye. Or at least, when she finally looked up. "Don't you remember, you stupid bitch?! It's because of YOU he's dead!" Then, he suddenly points at their "son", which caught his attention and started staring at his adoptive father sadly. "This...KID! This kid isn't our son, no matter how alike they look! He's not Takeshi, and never will be! My real son died thirteen years ago! Whatever this...USELESS little shit is, he isn't!" All he could do was only take his harsh, drunken, and abusive words. They were the only words he received from him.

His mother slowly shook her head. "...Please...Do NOT talk that way about Connor. He's not Takeshi, and he's not supposed to be...He is our son...And that's the end of it..." She slowly looks over to the boy known as Connor, who looks at her with a worried face. "...In fact, he was able to graduate from Kousei all on his own and is about to attend one of the biggest universities in Tokyo...Which we should be-"

"Bullshit. BULLSHIT! That doesn't mean shit!" He hits the table again, scaring and putting even more anxiety into the young adult. "I don't give a shit on what he is, where he's going, or whatever the HELL he is..." He then starts making his way to the Black haired male from one side to the one where he resides, having fear put into him. "You...Are nothing in this household! You're not as good as Takeshi! Never have, and never will be! You'll NEVER be on his level! DO YOU HEAR ME!?"

"Stop it! Stop it, Akuhei!" She wanted to sit up, but the lack of energy prevented her from doing so. It hurt her to not be able to literally stand up to him. "Stop...Doing this to him!"

"No, you stop it! You shut your GODDAMN MOUTH! STOP! DEFENDING! HIM!"

All that could be heard to the young man was their arguing. His head began to sink lower as his hands grasped onto it, his entire body shaking from all that was happening. Each day was the same. Each day, they argued. Each day, he was degraded. Each day, he saw his mother take every little bit of his horrible words. It was all becoming too much for him. The same pain and the same torture over and over again. And he couldn't take it anymore. His heart was hurting seeing this every single time. And it was at that moment, he broke. His emotions took over.

Suddenly, he stood up, knocking the chair he was on down. And that alone caught their attention. "I-I..." He tried to speak out with a soft spoken voice, soon facing them both. Tears began to form in his eyes as they rolled down his cheeks. His eyes filled with pain stared at them both. "...I-I-I can't...I can't take it anymore! I-I can't do this!" And just like that, he started sprinting away while grabbing his Black shoes close to the door and ran right through, leaving it wide open.

Seeing him run away only made his adoptive mother worried, making her slowly, but finally, start to stand up. It took her some time, and much of her strength, but she finally managed to get on her own two feet. "C-Connor! Connor, come back!" She yelled out, with a painful look deep in her eyes. From the sight of him running alone, she began to quickly make her way to grab her own pair of shoes. Before she could give chase, she looks over to her husband. "P-Please...T-This is your son..."

However, unlike the mother, Akuhei only scoffs and slowly but sluggishly walks past the table to go towards the fridge to try and grab another bottle. "He'll be back...He can't do anything on his own...He'll come crawlin' back..." Finally grabbing the alcoholic drink, he then starts to drink it and walks right past the table once again. "...But if he doesn't...Like I care..."

Hearing of those words could only bring shock to her. To think he could care so little of their own son, adoptive or not. "...I-If you won't go after him...Then I will!" And with that, with any energy she did have despite her age, she quickly started moving the moment she walked out of the house. Ran as fast as possible.

Anything for her son.

?/Morning

Running through the streets was all he could do. It was all he saw himself doing as he ran through them as it began to rain. His heart was pumping. And his lungs were on fire ever since he ran. Many people around did see and stare at him sprinting. But he didn't care. All Connor wanted was to be alone, far away from anything that could hurt him. Far from anyone at this moment. The pain was just too much. Other than his mother, he had nobody. He couldn't rely on his father for support or even love. He had no other family. But each word that was said to him, no matter how frequently he heard it, continued to sting him. It hurt him. Deep down, all he wanted was a peaceful yet happy life, but none of this could come true. And he hated seeing the only person who loved him taking the abuse like she was, and only continuing to do so just to keep their family together. To try and have things back to how they were before. He could only guess what "before" was.

Slowly, the young man wiped away his tears with his sleeve while he began to slow down, stopping at a crosswalk. He had no idea where he was right now. "Why...Why does he have to be like this...? Why...Does Mom have to deal with him? Why...Why do things...Have to be this way...?" He slowly looked up into the sky, rubbing his Blue but now puffy eyes as they were dry from the tears. How he ran away from his mother...Left behind his own family as he did. Surely, Stacie was worried sick, but...How could he go back to her after he left her? Left her in such a vulnerable state? "I...I know I should go back...Mom is probably worried about me, but...Maybe..."

"Connor!" A voice yelled out as he quickly looked behind him with wide eyes. The very moment he looked back, he saw his mother trying her best to try and catch up with him despite her weakened state and age. And that alone instilled fear into him. Fear of both confronting her and returning back to that house. And so, without looking, he quickly began to run right into the street. Not even once realizing that traffic was moving. "CONNOR!"

During the sprint, he heard the sound of a car honking right next to him. And at that moment, he quickly looked to see a car was about to hit him. Both him and the driver were frozen stiff by the situation, unable to do anything.

But then, the car suddenly crashed into him. And, to Connor, everything went blank. The world was Black. And all he could see was Black.

All he could feel...Was darkness. Emptiness.

"This was footage of the accident. It didn't take long for paramedics to be on the scene."

"The driver didn't even pay attention! Was he even looking?!"

"We received word that the victim of the accident was currently put into a coma. We have no idea when he will wake up soon."

"I feel terrible for the poor boy still in the coma. He didn't deserve that at all.

"This just in, we received word that one of the parents of the boy from the accident days ago was found dead in her home. Likely that she committed suicide!"

"The husband is nowhere to be seen or found. Many spoke of his anger and the sound of screaming from within the household. Could the victim have been abused?"

"This is the second time a child this young died in that exact same street! What the hell is going on?!"

"His son is in a hospital and his father just runs away to some faraway place! What kind of father is that!?"

"Just when I thought there was enough death from last year! Tokyo is really screwed right now!"

"I feel for that poor kid...But, I dunno...This feels like the start of something."

?/Evening
April 9th, 20XX

Through the halls of what appeared to be a hospital, a nurse walked through them while holding onto a clipboard in her arms. The woman herself was one that was around her early to mid-forties with long, Blonde hair, Green eyes, and glasses with a circular frame. Her eyes lingered and wandered around to find the room she was needed in, with her letting out a soft sigh. "This is his room...The one from that accident..." Slowly, she opened the door to enter the patient's room, seeing Connor lying there in the hospital scrubs and his glasses on the side table. His eyes were shut. And had been for the longest time. Her only reaction to seeing him there was shock. Her eyes went wide. All she could do was stare. "He...He looks exactly like..." But, she had to shake her head. "No...At most, he would just be...And yet..."

She stopped her train of thought right then and there and slowly walked up to his unconscious body, eyeing his looks still. And it was all she could do. Instead of writing down her paperwork on her clipboard or checking on him, all she could do was stare. Staring and watching him sleeping in the way he was. However, her eyes moved over to the information concerning him attached to the bed, making her then start to look through it. Every single thing from his age of eighteen years, his name, and residence to his next of kin. But what caught her attention the most was the latter, especially with the updates added to it. One was missing, and the other...Was deceased. It drove her shock even further into her body, then slowly looked over at him with a sad and sympathetic expression.

"You...Were abandoned? Which means...You don't have a family anymore...Could he...?" The next thing she saw was his eyes slowly starting to flicker open, having her quickly put his patient info back where it was. "M-Mr. Mercer...You're awake. I-I'm happy to see you made a recovery!"

He still tried to fully wake up while he began to sit up, with him rubbing the back of his fluffy head while he started to look around, confusion started to cover his face. He then grabbed his glasses on the side, despite one side now being cracked. "Where...Where am I...? What is this place...?"

"You're...You're in the hospital. You were...In that accident some time ago, so we had to get you over here. We were worried you were going to...Not make it..."

"A-Accident...?" His Ice Blue eyes then widened, making him quickly stand up while his face was filled with questions. "W-Wait...Then...I was in a coma? F-For how long?! Where's my Mom?!"

She was overwhelmed by how quick he was to ask questions. But that last one...It hurt her to hear it. "You've...You've been asleep for nearly two weeks...And your mother, well..." She gulped, choking on the fact of what happened to her. She wanted to not say it, but...She knew lying to him would hurt him even more. She had to. "She...She's gone..."

Even more confusion was plastered over the poor male's face. "G-Gone? W-What do you mean by gone? You mean...G-Gone for now, or-"

"I mean...She's dead. She...She committed suicide. And your father, w-well...He's nowhere to be found..."

Hearing this news only made his eyes become filled with devastation, his body was shaking and suddenly felt weak. From the shock alone, he slowly dropped to his knees as tears began to fall from his face. The way he saw her at that very moment before the accident, filled with fear for him...It was the last sight of her he ever saw. "N-No...No, you're lying...Y-You're lying..." He then fell further down, his hands on the floor as his crying only worsened. "M-My Mom...S-She stayed strong for me...She tried her best to keep everything together for us! For me! She-" He tried to speak with a cracked voice before then going silent, a realization then hit him. And hit him harder than a sack of bricks. An idea suddenly stuck onto him, and guilt had set in. "N-No...I-I couldn't have caused her to...I-I couldn't have...I-I didn't..." It was all he could say before breaking down further.

Seeing him say this and being as hurt as he was hurt her as well. To see him this sad...Brought her pain. The nurse slowly gets on her knees to pull him into a comforting hug, trying to help him calm down. However, he continued to cry. And all she was able to do was just be his support. Nothing but crying was all that could be heard within this very room. "It's alright, Connor...Let it all out..."

"I'm..." He starts, but is unable to continue for a bit as he began choking up. "...I'm without a family again...I don't have anyone anymore...M-My Dad's gone...H-He might have been like that, b-but..." It was then at this very moment when hearing that, her eyes went wide. As if...A realization had hit her. "...I don't...W-Where am I supposed to go...?"

"...I know exactly how you feel, Connor..." He slowly began to look up at her, with his eyes puffy and Red. "I...I lost a child who almost looked exactly like you, thirteen years ago...Ever since then, I've been alone...A large hole in my heart..." Slowly, she holds onto his hands as she got up, taking him up with her. "My own son...He died from being in the wrong crowd...One day, when he had snuck out for the night, he...He turned up dead...In a pool of his own blood in an alleyway. I blamed myself every day..." Her stare at him intensified slowly, with her grip slowly growing tighter. It was at that moment, she knew what was in her mind. She needed him just as much as he needed a family. He needed somebody. This whole situation...It was all perfect for her. He...Was perfect. "But...I can help you...We can help each other..."

He continued to stare at her, confused but slowly starting to calm down. "H-Help how...?"

"You...You must have endured so much pain from being alone...The pain you must have withstood from your family...But...I can make you forget all about that..." His wonder in her words only grew until she snapped the fingers of her right hand. And with that, it made a transparent figure begin to rise behind her after a burst of Blue flames formed around her, making his confusion shift into fear. The being behind her was something that looked similar to a marionette puppet. It had a thin, Black body that looked like it was made of wood, eight long arms with sharp Purple colored claws, and wore a dark hood. And underneath it was a puppet's head. And its face...Was very reminiscent of Connor's somehow. However, only its top half could be seen. The other half was within a Black pool of darkness that was created beneath the both of them.

"W-What...Is this...?" It was all he could ask. Fear had set in, and he was unable to move. To stop her. His eyes were all on the puppet.

"...I can remove your pain of those memories. Give you the happy memories and the life you wanted. I could become your mother...And make you, in turn, my son as well. We can both start over...Be happy..." She spoke to him, her Green eyes starting to darken. "...It will take some time to make you truly forget, but...Within one year, I can make you forget entirely...Forget your pain. Forget those memories. You, Connor...You're perfect..."

He was filled with fear as he tried to back up, especially when it looked...So similar to him. But she firmly still held onto his hands as the figure used six of its eight hands to summon Red threads from its fingers to stab into the already darkened floor, having Black blobs coming out as they wore what appeared to be circular but blank White masks. Each one that appeared was groaning out. Some groan in pain and misery, while others in confusion. He wanted to get out, now more than ever. But his fear stopped him from moving. All he could do was stare. "W-Who...Are you...?" It was all he could say.

"My name...Is Alena..." Her hands then let go to then slowly grasp onto his head, having him shake even more than before as the shadow figures began to gain some sort of form, twelve of them now standing and staring. Twelve that looked exactly like humans. Humans like him. But he couldn't get a good look at them as he was far too afraid of the situation. "And I'll...Be your new family..." With those remaining two hands, it hovers over him to then shoot those threads into the darkened ground...And thus, it pulled out what appeared to be another version of the man behind him. His Shadow, completely confused. "...Your new mother."

And then, screams then left his room. Connor's screams. Screams of fear and pain. And unfortunately for him, nobody was there to help him, or hear his pleas through the hallways. But soon, it slowly died down.

Dead silence filled the air.

Shibuya/Early Morning
April 10th, 20XX

Rain was covering the town of Tokyo once more, and a good amount of people were on the streets to get to their destinations. Be it school or work, or even just to use their free time to do as they please. But one person walked through the alleyways, limping and unable to walk properly. Connor himself. Instead of the hospital scrubs he was wearing, he now wore an open Dark Red blazer with White buttons. But like most of his clothes, the blazer was oversized and was combined with a White Button-up shirt underneath, and a pair of Dark pants. But with him, he was wearing a Black poncho with a hood on top of it, covering his worn down and weakened face. His eyes were fully drained of the life they used to have, and fully tired. A Dull Blue color.

He continued to wobble and try to walk down the alleyway, trying to keep his balance despite him being what most people would call someone like him. "A mindless zombie". But, he stops when a duo appears before him, making his zombie-like eyes look to see they were thugs with knives in their hands. Seems this was a hold-up. "Hey, kiddo!" One started with a smirk whilst aiming his knife at the young adult. In fact, both of them did. "Sorry to, uh...Interrupt ya, but...Hand over everythin' you got. That clear?" Instead of responding, all he did was let out heavy breathing and gasps for air, not saying one word. "Hey, you listenin'!?" Nothing was said, which only made him angrier. "Alright then...Since ya ain't gonna listen...Let's stab this little bastard!"

And with that, they both started to spring right toward him, ready to rob him by force. But then, not only did the eighteen-year-olds eyes suddenly flash and gain the color of Gold, but he then reacted by punching one of them in the face to send one back and stumble onto the ground. Then, he used his other fist to send a swift blow into the other's throat to make him drop the knife and hold the attacked spot. Afterward, Connor then grabs the thief that's holding their throat by the head and quickly smash his head on the closest bricked wall to knock him out...Abit painting it a bit with their blood.

With the last one now slowly standing back up, he quickly runs back up to stab him again. But instead, the young adult quickly reacts by ducking to avoid the swung knife attack and counters by doing a quick uppercut, knocking him right down and falling right onto the ground once more. Afterward, and mindlessly, the Black-haired man begins to stomp on his head with his foot without wasting any time. Each one covered bits of the ground and the puddle of rainwater with their blood. But he eventually stops after the fifth strike. All he could do was watch him bleed and breathe slowly. Thankfully, they would live somehow, and the message that was left behind was clear. Whoever would come across them...They would help them.

After he was done, his eyes turn back to normal as he breathes heavily, unable to speak or say anything still. Or rather, process any of what just happened. But one thing was certain. What he did...It was instinct. Pure, blood-driven instinct. Even if he couldn't exactly remember what he just did. Soon, he continued to limp on the path he was on until he makes it onto the sidewalk so that he would start to walk with everyone. Walking mindlessly without a goal of where to go. His breathing only got heavier. His mind was shattered at this moment. Whatever it was Alena did to him turned him into this.

But in time, he stopped in front of what appeared to be a flower shop. Nobody was near him or passing him. He was currently all alone. His Blue, lifeless eyes wandered over to what appeared to be a glass vase with a wilting rose on display just in front of the store. Seeing it alone slowly made his eyes widen. The iris' slowly regained its life.

Just then, someone then accidentally bumps into him right as they left the shop. "Excuse me!" A female voice said, making him slowly look over to see who bumped into him. Before him was a girl around his age that was holding a Pink umbrella, wearing a White dress shirt with a Dark Blue ribbon around the neck, a Pale Green fluffy coat, a Pink skirt with White tights, and Brown shoes. But what caught his eye more than anything was her hair. Her very fluffy, Auburn hair. "I-I'm sorry. Um...Are you okay?"

He quickly nods and, without a second of delay, he quickly backs up to move out of the way so he could let her pass. Seems his mobility slowly returned back to how it was before the incident. But in doing so, his eyes see what she has in her hand. Flower nutrients. And the very sight made something click in his mind. A memory, in fact. But unknown to him, it was one that wasn't his. "Do you...Like flowers?" He finally asked, able to speak full sentences again. And that caught her attention. "...I love flowers. A lot, actually..."

Hearing him say that had her perk her head up, looking over to the male with a smile. "Oh, is that so? Do you know a lot about flowers?"

"...I-I do. In fact, my Dad taught me and my Mom a lot about it. He loved gardening..." Again, another false memory. But, he still smiled. A genuine smile this time. "So, um...W-What are you doing here, exactly? W-Wait...Actually...I think I already knew why...Y-You just walked out of a flower shop..."

From his question, she let out a giggle. "No, no. You're fine! Well, I saw there were flowers in the dormitory at the university I'm attending. So, I offered to care for them. To at least continue gardening while doing classes."

"University...?" His Light Blue eyes wandered onto her, observing her...But a real memory of his resurfaced. "...O-Oh! Y-You mean the one near here? I'm...Actually going there too. I...Graduated just last year, actually..." He soon trailed off his sentence, unsure of how to follow up with it. But, seeing her...Drew something to her. Nothing romantic, but...She was being nice to him despite being a stranger. Kind, even. He never did have any friends when he was in Kousei, let alone when he was younger. So...Perhaps it could be a good chance for him to start fresh. "...Y-You know...I-I've been hearing that there's been a lot of strange people around here lately...Would...It be alright if I stuck with you, just in case...?" Despite whatever was done to him, he was still himself in some regard. But then, a light blush formed on his cheeks as he asked that. "U-Unless you're fine with going alone...E-Either way is fine..."

Hearing that only made her smile and have another giggle. "I think I can take care of myself just fine, but I appreciate the offer." From that alone, it made him look down for just a bit. "...However, I don't mind the company! It would make the walk much more enjoyable!"

Hearing that made the blush on his face disappear and look right at her with a smile. A warm smile. "O-Oh? Y-Yeah...Yeah! We can do that..." But then something clicked in his mind, with him slowly bowing for just a few seconds. "I...Never introduced myself, did I...? I'm...Connor..."

She let out a small giggle and smiled with her Pink lips, doing the same as him. "It's nice to meet you. My name's Haru."

The name did in fact ring a bell with him. Something about the name was something he truly remembered. And had nothing to do with whatever was wrong with his head currently. No false memories regarding that. But then, the both of them began to walk together to make their way to the University. "It's...Nice to meet you, Haru...So, where did you graduate from?"

"Well...I was from Shujin. Though...I'm not exactly sure that's anything to be proud of with all that happened...What about you, Connor-Kun?"

"Oh, me...? I'm from Kousei."

Another giggle left her. "How fascinating! I knew someone from Kousei!"

He only just stared as she told him this. So, she had friends before. That was fine with him. Slowly, he smiled and laughed a tiny bit. "Wait, really...? S-Small world we live in. h-huh?" They continued to laugh and talk with one another as the city continued to be covered in rain, with the clouds continuing to spray the city. This weather was a sign. A sign that today was the day the real Connor died.

Or so one would have thought.

1 Year Later

?/Evening
March 20th, 20XX

On the shores of what appeared to be a beach, a White light then formed and shot from the ground and into the sky. Blue flames surrounded it while someone was in the middle of it, screaming in pain. Inside it was Connor, now wearing his Red sweater and Tan pants once again but now he not only had an Olive Green scarf around his neck, but also a Golden masquerade mask with feathers of multiple colors on one of the sides. Gray, Red, and Green. He tried to yank the guise off of his face with all his might. Soon enough, he would finally tear it off, leaving behind a bloody mess on his face. But in doing that, the flames surrounding him grew even more, consuming him.

While all of this went on, two people were close to him during this. In front of him was Alena, now wearing a Black trenchcoat with matching pants and a White turtleneck underneath with the dark puppet behind her. And next to the one awakening was Haru. She was now wearing a Dark Purple cavalier hat with a feather attached to the hatband, a long-sleeved Light Pink blouse with a White neck jabot that had a Red gem pin attached, a Black corset vest with Gold buttons, bloomers that matched her Burgandy colored hatband, Black pantyhose, a holster belt, and lace-up pumps. And a Black masquerade mask with Violet gloves.

Soon, the flames would slightly die down and reveal the now nineteen-year-old man before them. But, now he looked much different compared to before. As of now, he wore a large but open Brown trench coat with a Black vest and a White button-up shirt underneath, a White tie, Dark pants with Brown boots, White gloves, Silver armlets on both of his wrists, with the left one holding what appeared to be a small grappling hook, and still kept his Green scarf. And in addition, his left arm now held a large bronze shield on the forearm, a Silver revolver in that very hand, and a medieval sword in the other with a Black guard. And behind him was a large Black knight with a large White sword and a replica of the Gold masquerade mask on its face, minus the feathers. And for its left arm, it had a large, bulky claw with chains around it.

All the two women could do was stare, until the one by his side said something. "Connor...Kun...?"

By hearing it, his eyes slowly opened up to reveal his new Golden eyes. But not just any eyes. Eyes full of anger. Full of hate. Full of determination. And all of it was aimed at the nurse before him, with the flames intensifying.

That was the past.

I couldn't go back.
I can never go back.
I don't EVER want to go back.

I'm going to move forward.
Fight forward.
Walk forward.

To fight her.
To fight for her.
Fight for myself.

Fight...For my memories.
My name...Is Connor Mercer.
Codename...Knight.

Persona 5: Memories of the Knight