#akira ✎ have you become the character you portray? (verse)

[unrealization]

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The dichotomy was incredible. In a few short years society was clawing its way back from the Tragedy. Like a weed. It hadn't sprouted up everywhere. People would always reminisce about their former lives. Try to force their view of a 'proper' society. Just seeing them milling about was disgusting. Her world was different. An endless wasteland of despair.

The schadenfreude kept her going. These dumbasses had no idea what was coming for them. That soon their rekindled hopes would plunge back into an even deeper despair.

She shook her head. Pleasure can wait. Down to business.

It wasn't just a general disdain for this place that had drawn her here, but a truly disturbing report. One that simply made no fucking sense and she needed to see with her own eyes to believe.

Junko Enoshima... was alive? And had 'reformed?'

The mere thought felt like a needle in her throat. Every single word was impossible. It had to be a lie. It was absolutely a lie. Some desperate ramble from a Future Foundation goon trying and failing to save his own skin.

Still, she had to admit, the woman she saw through her binoculars certainly looked like the old photos of Junko Enoshima. Seeing her face... It sent a cold feeling through her entire being. The long-suppressed fingers of the Phantasm, rattling the bars of its metaphorical cage. She grit her teeth.

She watched the so-called Junko Enoshima for a while and finally made her move when she left her home for a while. She would bear witness to this utter blasphemy with her own eyes. She let herself in and waited for her target to return home. She had an urge to ransack the place, but resisted. No, she would much rather talk to her. See her.

She tugged at the hood over her head. Of course she didn't show up dressed to the nines. This was low profile. Sensitive. All of her stuff was packed safely in her backpack.

When Junko finally did return, She did something her former self would never have done. She looked her dead in the eyes and smiled.

"Hi. You probably don't remember me, but we went to school together. Junko, right? I'm... You can call me Akira."

Despite her commitment to her role, she still couldn;t help but watch her for a reaction. To analyze. To pick apart her natural reaction to this uncanny moment. The Phantasm coiled around her heart, starving from years of neglect. An actress must have a certain curiosity. A desire to understand the people around for. For Akira Jikonashi, it was more like a hunger. A need to fully embody another person. To fill her blighted, empty soul with the essence of another. She'd never expected to see her favorite subject again. The question hung in her mind. Who would consume who?