[ Mitsuru is thinking to herself, 'You are one of the weirdest neighbours I've ever lived with, and she's lived in a dorm with Akihiko Sanada and Shinjiro Aragaki.' That thought aside, she delicately clears her throat. ]

There is a twenty fifth hour that existed between one day and next. We called this the "Dark Hour." Normal people do not know it happens, for they transmogrify into coffins to protect themselves from what becomes unleashed in this hour.

[ The Evoker gets put up to her head again. ]

There are creatures that roam this hour, named Shadows. They aim to consume our humanness, to reduce us to nothing more than soulless being. There are some of us who in experiencing the Dark Hour, in facing our mortality, fought back.

[ Dramatic, but she shoots again. The crash of glass is heard once again and Artemisia appears behind her, flexing her whip. ]

That is what a Persona can do. This is Artemesia and I have had known her since she was very young.

[ Artemesia lowers itself more behind her, its gaze fixed on Blackquill. If it had a gaze, that is. ]

She specialises in ice and representative of tarot arcana The Empress.

[ She's just going to leave Artemesia out for now. ]