holystigma
As if to provide the perfect backdrop to Yu’s inner turmoil, a warm rain began to fall from the sky. Raindrops ran down the marble-like face that Nyarlathotep wore, and his smile receded into an almost loving gaze. The rain might have provided the tortured man with some comfort, but the Count opened up a red umbrella and held it out over Yu’s head.
"Come on, then. The game’s waiting."
Like a worried passerby helping an injured boy, the Count put an arm around Yu and led him towards one of the shops. In the window, glowing brightly, were rows upon rows of TVs of all shapes and sizes.
"So you don’t need anyone… then I will allow you to find your solitude… for now, at least. Who knows what stage I might take next?"
Something wrapped around Yu’s wrists and began to hoist him towards the glass. Then, a force made him double over and slam through the window, glass shattering everywhere as he toppled head-first into the TV World once again.
Before the umbrella ended up over Yu's head, the warm raindrops fell on his face, rolling down his cheeks like tears, and dropping to the ground. Rain long stopped being a sign of comfort for the silverlet, given how it related all too closely to the case and the fog -- if anything it stirred unease within him, made him alert and cautious. But that day all it did was wash over him in a silent shower, making his hair stick to his face. But then he noticed being shielded from it, and an arm around him, his lips parting once again to attempt objecting to the course things were taking... but all that left his mouth was a groan of pain, until the other man spoke further.
"----this is not-- a game!!" he snapped, one elbow ramming into the man's ribs, but to little avail -- it was as if he did little to no damage to him, as if he hadn't felt any pain...
"I will not-- be your pawn!!" Yu screamed, once again trying to wring himself out of the man's grip, but then they were in front of a store, and there were all those TVs, flickering in the rain. "This isn't solitude--"
But before he could try and make another move, there was something closing around his wrists, tugging, pulling, and he dug his feet into the ground, doing everything in his mind to not succumb--
It's time to face the truth.
--he doubled over and rammed head first into the glass window, feeling the shards digging into his shoulders, his face, his arms and hands, and the shattering sound all too familiar, all too similar to when his Personas vanished. His feet lifting from the ground, the dark presence pulling him, he could feel himself slipping into the TV World, black and white engulfing him as he was falling, falling, all too fast, all too suddenly...
...and then everything turned black, when he landed on his back, air locking out of his lungs, and just before his consciousness slipped away, he could swear he saw someone there, who he assumed to be the Shadow... but the eyes... no, they weren't... ...
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