[One moment, the corpse of Goro Akechi lies still and peaceful on the fleshy, bloody floor. The next, dark red flames wreathe his body like a second Awakening, though they don't burn anyone foolish enough to stay close.

When the flames clear, the boy sits up, cracks his neck and stretches.]

Well, [he says in a voice like Akechi's, though his voice is deeper than usual, a low, buttery purr.] Isn't this interesting?

[He smiles, revealing jagged, pointed teeth and licks the point of one with a too-long tongue as he appraises those around him.]

[The boy was once human. The body, that is, not the being currently inhabiting it. Goro Akechi had once been conventionally handsome and reasonably intelligent, but in spite of his powers, he was weak in the way that all mortals are. Weak to death.

His Persona, on the other hand, suffered no such weakness. When Akechi had died and left his body vacant, somehow, Loki had remained behind instead of returning to the sea of the human collective unconscious.

Still, Loki likes the boy well enough. He keeps Akechi's face intact, though long, curved horns curl back from his forehead, and he smiles with pointed teeth. His skin is dizzying to behold, black and white stripes blending together across his skin like an optical illusion.

He is actively seeking trouble. Shadowy figures and zombie-like wanderers are no match for the red-hot blade he grips with a pair of pliers in lieu of a hilt, a blade as long as his slender human boy is tall. If cutting his way out of the maze is impossible, then at the very least he can try to have some fun while he's here. Unbound and unchained, save to this human body, Loki can create whatever chaos and destruction he likes, sow the seeds of dissent wherever he can. Just for fun.

A too-long tongue licks pointed teeth as he grins. Oh yes. It will be fun to play this game, indeed.]