A.N.: After giving it much thought, I have decided to do a fan fic on the Persona series. This story is going to be self contained and stick the canon as much as possible so don't expect any Persona 3 characters making an appearance or anything like that. I will make changes when necessary but that's as far as I go. Also, please leave a review if you like and please be rather critical. This is my first story and I would like to see what I did right and what I did wrong. I'm expecting that I got more wrong than right though.

Disclaimer: I do not own Persona nor am I making money off this. I will take this down if Atlus wishes it so.

Drip... Drip... Drip...

The black haired teen was planning on doing this for quite sometime. Yet, he still was uncertain about it. He was hesitant to begin with and that hasn't changed now as well. He was resting in the white porcelain tub for about an hour now and still hasn't done anything but sit there and contemplate on whether he was truly sure about doing it. Thinking on whether or not there was any reason not go through with it. Few people have called him an indecisive prick for reasons like this but that's because very few people know him to begin with. Only his "Mother" and "Father" and the occasional classmate who would ask him for his notes were people he could consider "friends" and even that's stretching it. His parents had barely given him any mind since they had adopted him and he was convinced that they only adopted him out of pity. They kept pestering him about what he wants to do with his life and the answer is… "Sigh…"

Drip… Drip… Drip…

He knew deep inside that he probably had no reason to be unhappy with his life. After all, his parents were rich and he lived in a rather quaint mansion which prompted offers from his classmates to visit. Rejection soon followed after those offers since he knew they had an ulterior motive behind it. Eventually, everyone stopped talking to him altogether. He had convinced himself that was better off. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and months turned into years. Each day was the same as the last and that showed no signed of changing. The lack of interaction wasn't necessarily the cause for his unhappiness but rather of what his purpose is. Or lack thereof. Working day after day, dealing with people he didn't really care for, taxes. To what end? For what reason? These questions have plagued him for years and has yet to have died down.

There was a knock on the door. The voice of his Japanese mother echoed through the door.

"Robert, once you're finished, would you mind to visit me and your father in the living room? There is something we need to discuss about our business vacation and it involves you."

Drip… Drip… Drip…

He retracted the box cutter knife and did what he was asked.

The silver haired teen heaved a heavy sigh as he closed the door to his bedroom. Another town? Even though we just moved to this one? He thought to himself as sat on his small couch. A couch that has been moved around more than the average couch should. The owner was named Yu Narukami. He had just been told by his parents that he would be moving in five days to a small town called Inaba for the next year. He was used to moving but this time, he would be leaving by himself as his parents had to leave because of "business reasons." They always tend to do this whenever an opportunity presents itself to them as they desired to be at the very top.

"You must always strive for perfection, Yu. For if you don't take that chance, someone else will." His father's word echoed through his head. He admitted that his words do indeed hold water. However, if it means caring little about the people close to you and working so hard that your hair turns grey by the time your thirty-seven years old, then he would rather be in second place. He understands his intentions but doesn't agree with his methods. He tried talking to him about it but gave up once he realized that he wasn't going to change. Regardless, he decided to start packing for the trip since he knows that he isn't going to get out of it. He would be living with his uncle named Ryotaro Dojima, who he hasn't seen since he was in diapers. His wife and Yu's mother's sister, Chisato, died in a few years back in a car accident that has yet to be resolved. It reminded him that his mother has two sisters. The other lived in America and he has yet to have heard about her from his mother. He wondered about what happened between the two that caused them to be distant.

After he had finished packing, he went to bed and fell asleep in a matter of seconds. He awoke with a small headache as he pondered about the dream he had. What was with that dream? I remember ... a limo and a man with a nose. Was it real? It felt real enough but... His alarm clock went off and brought him back to reality. He decided to go on with the rest of his day as if nothing happened.