"Fuck. Imagine if it was. He'd have to fold it in half to keep it from dangling out of his pants."

Usually, back home, he entered Mementos from somewhere secluded in the overworld. But for Kurusu's sake, he enters the real version of the station first, skipping the slow-as-shit escalator in favor of the stairs down. It's bright, plastered with ads and scrolling signs, not unlike the rest of the city.