His head was killing him, and that wasn't the worst of it. Everything was hard, and cold, and sort of... dingy, in the way only cold stone could be. That distinct smell of mildew and rot that grew up between small cracks in the masonry. It had to be a dream, right? The smell of fresh laundry and bed linens were still in his nose, even as they were slowly drowned out and erased by everything else.
He drew one shoulder up, balancing himself on his forearm and wincing at the very thought of opening his eyes. This wasn't just an ordinary headache, this was full-blown, yes-I-would-take-an-icepick-to-the-forehead-over-this, migraine-level pain.
"Ngh... so not cool."
Yosuke ran a hand back over his head without thinking, rubbing where the neck met the scalp, only to jump at the clink of metal meeting metal and the cool slotted smoothness under his fingers. He ripped his hand back, staring with freshly opened eyes at the weird bracelet around his wrist. It was with alarm that Yosuke focused in on the M. Murder. Despite the fog covering every other inch of his mind, there was no hesitation when it came to this. He knew what that meant, and suddenly the grim surroundings made all the more sense.
But it was wrong. There had to be a mistake. He wasn't a murderer! If anything, he was the opposite of one! Yosuke stood up, a little shaky but propelled by blind panicked determination. He'd find who was in charge, explain the mistake, and then he'd go home!
... Y'know, wherever home was.
The cell door was open, which was weird, but he wasn't about to question it. Peering down at his bracelet, the teenager got about three feet before running straight into another inmate, with all the force a lanky 127 lbs can produce.
Yosuke Hanamura | Persona 4 | everyone please!
He drew one shoulder up, balancing himself on his forearm and wincing at the very thought of opening his eyes. This wasn't just an ordinary headache, this was full-blown, yes-I-would-take-an-icepick-to-the-forehead-over-this, migraine-level pain.
"Ngh... so not cool."
Yosuke ran a hand back over his head without thinking, rubbing where the neck met the scalp, only to jump at the clink of metal meeting metal and the cool slotted smoothness under his fingers. He ripped his hand back, staring with freshly opened eyes at the weird bracelet around his wrist. It was with alarm that Yosuke focused in on the M. Murder. Despite the fog covering every other inch of his mind, there was no hesitation when it came to this. He knew what that meant, and suddenly the grim surroundings made all the more sense.
But it was wrong. There had to be a mistake. He wasn't a murderer! If anything, he was the opposite of one! Yosuke stood up, a little shaky but propelled by blind panicked determination. He'd find who was in charge, explain the mistake, and then he'd go home!
... Y'know, wherever home was.
The cell door was open, which was weird, but he wasn't about to question it. Peering down at his bracelet, the teenager got about three feet before running straight into another inmate, with all the force a lanky 127 lbs can produce.
"O-Oh, jeez! Crap, sorry!"