[SCENARIO ONE] Most people would be happy to arrive here with their memories intact. In Eikichi's case, he was terrified. He'd never been a fan of hospitals in general, so his stay had been one where the nurses were glad he as leaving (and not just because of where he had come from) once he managed to get himself away from them and take a running start outside. No persona, but this world was all wrong!
Had he messed up somehow?!
[SCENARIO TWO] He was pretty certain he'd seen that tree more than once. This was more frustrating than running around in Katatsumuri, he half expected the ground to give way and swallow him hole somewhere else.
Tattered clothing and his makeup starting to fade, he was in dire need of returning home. At this point he'd punch a monster, persona or not.
But he hadn't expected the laughter...which caused him to let out a high-squeaked scream.
[SCENARIO THREE - BONUS, FEEL FREE TO PICK A MONSTER FOR HIM] This place was driving him mad. He'd gone from one nightmare scenario to another, wondering if at one point during his stay here, Nyarlathotep would jump off of a building, point and laugh at him for his failure at restoring his world. He was cranky, he was tired...but most of all, Eikichi felt completely and utterly alone.
There was something else rising in him, that made him afraid. It wasn't the feeling of calling a Persona, far from it, more like terrible pain that boiled in him, causing Eikichi to drop the fruits he'd brought back from the grocery, slip on one of them and hand on the hard pavement floor. The new bruises seemed like nothing compared to whatever was overtaking him.
Eikichi Mishina (Persona 2) | OTA
Had he messed up somehow?!
[SCENARIO TWO]
Tattered clothing and his makeup starting to fade, he was in dire need of returning home. At this point he'd punch a monster, persona or not.
But he hadn't expected the laughter...which caused him to let out a high-squeaked scream.
[SCENARIO THREE - BONUS, FEEL FREE TO PICK A MONSTER FOR HIM]
There was something else rising in him, that made him afraid. It wasn't the feeling of calling a Persona, far from it, more like terrible pain that boiled in him, causing Eikichi to drop the fruits he'd brought back from the grocery, slip on one of them and hand on the hard pavement floor. The new bruises seemed like nothing compared to whatever was overtaking him.
"What the hell's going on...."