Jack holds his head in his hands and fights back tears. Maybe it was wrong of him to snoop into his sons saved games in the first place. The stats are horrific. The party is a mishmash of random elemental damage and misappropriated gear. Jack begins to equip a Ribbon before breaking down completely. It is 12 in the afternoon and his son is dazzling the neighborhood with slam dunks in the driveway. It is 12 in the afternoon and 3 of his son’s Personas are named “Lebron James”