He'd already accepted what had been coming: what was essentially the end of the world, having to give up everyone and everything here to make it right-- to bring her back. He'd had to give up everyone he still had left, but-- perhaps things could be different this time? Things could be better. That was the only thought keeping him sane.

Until of course, Philemon appeared, to take it all away. Again.

And now Jun was getting sick of it. Sick of "Personas," sick of Philemon and Nyarlathotep's stupid little games, sick of trying to save everyone.

And he was angry.

He had no idea where he was, or what was going on or, what the hell was up with the atmosphere with the city right now. But when you take a mopey, bitter teenager right out of an end of the world scenario and throw him somewhere else, they tend not to react very well. Which is why, anyone happening upon the "newcomer," would find him currently antagonizing some hapless-- well, it wasn't a totally hapless citizen, seeing as they were lurking about during the 13th Hour dressed suspiciously in black, but Jun currently had the poor sap by the front of his jacket in an iron grip and a startling tranquil glare on his face.

"What's going on?"

...Needless to say, the poor, persona-less wannabe robber was too terrified to answer at the moment.