[When he approaches the gates, the last thing Yosuke remembers is throwing himself to his death. ...Kinda hard to forget that.
But he also remembers the song. After being dragged down into the earth in silence by icy hands for God knows how long, it was hard not to notice the tinkling melody in the back of his mind. The music box appeared just after, plain and unimpressive. And though Yosuke's limbs were bound up in the grip of a curse, he could see himself reaching out towards it, winding it so the song would play a second time.
And now he was here. Heaven, right? Where else had big ass gates like this?
There was a foreign weight around his neck -- a wooden key on a chain? The hell? -- and another in his pocket. He pulled the latter out carefully for inspection, squinting a little at the golden disc. Its design mimicked the
pattern on his headphones. Guess customization was a big deal in the land of the undead, or something. Subconciously, he brought a hand up to pull his headphones down from his ears, knocking his glasses askew in the process.
The pad of his finger found a long, deep crack in the earpad casing that definitely wasn't there before.]
Goddamnit! You've got to be kidding me!!