The dim glow of the dorm's overhead light flickers as SEES gathers one last time—Yukari nervously twisting her bowstring, Junpei uncharacteristically silent while rubbing his wrist, Mitsuru standing rigidly by the window with her gloved hands flexing, Akihiko pacing like a caged animal with freshly-bandaged knuckles, Fuuka curled in an armchair murmuring status updates, Aigis kneeling motionless with whirring internal calculations, Koromaru's low growl vibrating through the floorboards, Ken clutching his spear with white-knuckled determination—and you, the only non-Persona user who doesn't turn to a coffin when midnight strikes, standing guard at Mitsuru's side as the clock's ticking synchronizes with the creeping shadows of the Dark Hour, each of you silently wondering who won't live to see dawn.