Akira raises his head to take in his new surroundings. The scent is nice, the room is pristine and kept dust free. He stands up, hands in his jean pockets as he looks around. It seems almost like a dream; like when he finds himself in the Velvet Room. Except there are no signs of chains on his wrists or ankles. There's no man with a long nose sitting in the middle of the room, and the twin wardens are missing.

A courtroom.

His eyes narrow and a frown shows up on his face. Maybe its a slight change of cognition. Not quite a Palace, but not in Mementos. His fists clench in his pockets.