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Adachi's crappy life [i]certainly[/i] could have been going better. Last he remembered, he had been utterly squashed by a group of self-righteous high school brats. After being thrown into a jail cell, the former detective had fallen asleep and somehow woken up to bright, invasive sunlight. Hearing the noises of the forest around him, the Persona user jolted awake. As he staggered upwards, leaning onto a nearby tree, he felt moist bark underneath his hand.

[color=Firebrick]"Well... Shit."[/color] He couldn't really take a gander at where in the godforsaken world he was, or how exactly he had gotten here. It was clear he was fucked, and that's all that really mattered right now. This place was too bright and lacked the obscurity of the TV World, so there was no way he could have been shoved in. [color=Firebrick]"...Fuck."[/color] He grumbled, realizing his gun was readily equipped by his side. Why? His gun had definitely been taken from him awhile back. Either way, he was just glad it was there. He continued forward, eyes narrowing against the harsh light. Maybe it was morning? The sky was pale. Running a hand through his messy hair, his lips dipped into an unpleasant frown. 

He moved forward, spotting that he was on high ground and on a hill in a forest. He made out a lake in close quarters with his current position, as well as... what was hopefully a nearby town.