[ ...That guy? Their master, she'd assume, but Igor had never come off as the type of person who would sentence anyone to execution—

her thoughts are interrupted by the fire and she flinches away from it, grabbing Akira's arm to pull him up and away. Let's go, bud?! They're probably using some sort of Persona, and she already knows she can't fight other Persona users like this... How helpless, how hopeless. ]

We can't keep running. If they're anything like my other self, then they're not going to simply get tired from something like this. [ As unfortunate as it is. ] But I fear facing them head-on will end poorly for us, so... Any ideas?