Author's Notes: This was just an idea I had floating around in my head the other day. Just to be clear, no you will not see any of the characters from P3 or P4 here (References here and there, maybe, but no solid introduction involving them. Except for one. I have an arc for that. Also I'm not counting Igor). I'm sorry if that sentence alone will make you decide not to read this. The timeline for this story is just after P3. Forgive me if my English is poor and I reused quite a lot of words; it's been a while since I last wrote anything. Now then...shall we start?


June 31st

Today marks the day I officially quit my job. Those fools over at the lab have no idea what they are doing. I figured it best I work alone after overhearing what they thought of my theories. I can understand them being unable to comprehend everything I told them off the bat, but to make a mockery of me even after I've shown them proof?

Imbeciles. They sneered at me as I left, but everything I've done so far will not go to waste. I may not have any funding, but at the very least I took every last bit of data with me before I left. Let them jest, I say. Sooner or later my research will bear fruit. We'll see who has the last laugh then.


July 1st

I continued my work alone, in a private mansion that was supposedly sealed off. Even though I used up most of my remaining funds, at the very least there will be no more interferences here. The university will not be able to find me until at least a few years past, as long as I lay low.

I followed through my theory of manifesting the very innermost thoughts of a human; their Persona. But the data I collected thus far was all theory. Technically it should work, but I needed a lab rat to make sure.

Which brings me back to how I should awaken this said manifestation of a human's thoughts. I tried various methods, but it seems the most successful one would be the one involving sound. Sound is a wonderful thing; music can make one's heart relax, or make it nearly jump out of one's ribcage. If I can manage to tune the music to the human brain such that it forces their Persona out...


July 15th

It was easy enough to get a lab rat; people these days are desperate for money. It probably seemed like I was throwing cash into his face from his perspective anyway; listen to some music and you get a fixed amount per hour. Who wouldn't take up that offer?

I quickly showed him into what I had dubbed the "Test Room". A simple four-by-four room painted white everywhere, with just enough space for the subject to sit down if he wanted. A single security camera would keep him company throughout the process. Locking the door after he stepped in, I turned on the 'music' full blast into the room.

The subject was unaware of what was going on. I don't blame him; the frequency of the tune cannot be caught by the human ear. Animals who hear this tune have their lifespan shortened considerably; their brains were no developed enough to handle a Persona. But a human...

The subject collapsed onto the floor in a fit after five minutes. It appears my theory was off, but only by a little. For a split instance, I could hear two voices coming forth from the subject; one was his, and the other...

I quickly shut off the tune and open the door to let him out; it wouldn't do to have someone die on me on the first day. Feigning ignorance was easy, since he was not even aware that there was music playing in the little room he was just in. I arrange for him to come back on the 1st of the next month, and threw in a little extra cash as incentive.

I immediately start to work on perfecting the tune. As I did, I started to wonder the possibilities of invoking an otherworldly being. If I could have a whole bunch of them on a leash, I can very easily put the world itself under my feet. Starting with the university. But that's for another day.


August 1st

The subject turned up right on time. I had not been slacking in the meantime either; the tune should not cause any more pain to the subject. He stepped into the room just like before, and once again I turned on the tune after locking the door shut.

It happened in less than five minutes after the subject entered the room. As I monitored him through the camera, the subject held his hand to his head for a moment. Right after that, there was the unmistakable sound of glass being broken. For a moment I thought it came from outside, but then I realized how absurd that notion was and turned my eyes back to the camera.

Someone...no, something else was in the room with him. As far as I could tell, it took on the appearance of an angelic being, the light shining forth from it almost blinding me through the camera. I could scarcely make out the outlines of the wings of the being, but it was clear the subject was seeing him in all his glory. The subject was understandably freaked out, but when it was evident that his Persona was not going to harm him, he calmed down a little. I spoke through the door and told the subject to inquire the being's name.

Raphael. The subject collapsed after answering me, the strain of seeing his Persona apparently too much for him. His Persona glanced at me through the camera before disappearing, and even though I could not even see his face, I could sense the terrible power emitting from it. So this is the power of a Persona?


August 8th

I invited the subject back to my abode after a week, and was quite surprised to find that he was in top condition. He had recovered quite quickly, and had come to terms with his new-found power. I bombarded him with questions as he sat on the sofa, and took down notes as he answered.

It seemed that his Persona was one of the four Seraphims. That much I could guess, since you don't normally meet an angel with the name of Raphael everyday. As unlikely as it seemed, the subject can easily converse with his Persona, and even summon it easily whenever he wants. He did a demonstration of it when I requested, and I took in the sight of the Persona in awe.

Its skin was tinged purple, and this trait passed onto its large wings that spanned nearly two times its body height. The hair was a surprising blonde, and it was donning a suit of dark blue armor, with a white piece of clothing that had odd golden markings draped loosely on its chest.

I took a step forward to inspect it closer, but the Persona materialized a sword out of thin air and pointed it straight at me. And when it spoke, I could do naught but tremble at its voice. I stepped back as the Persona requested, and the subject made the Persona dematerialize by fading out slowly.

I noted that when the subject summoned his Persona, there was the sound of glass shattering. This was an odd discovery, but perhaps that was the sound of the Persona being forced out?

Either way, the subject divulged to me that his Persona had shared amazing information about the past with him. I cut him off there; I was not interested in knowing what the past of an angel is. Instead, I questioned his loyalty. Would he swear fealty to me? The subject looked at me oddly as I explained my plans to him. He probably knew he was in the position of power, what with his Persona and all. That was the reason I made the anti-tune. Should the subject refuse, or worse, try to make an attempt on my life with his power, the anti-tune would kick in and cause him to be in pain. A lot of pain.

The subject agreed after a moment, and told me that it was because his Persona told him it would be wise to side with me. That was quite a surprising turn of events, but it was for the better anyway. I told him to gather up some more test subjects for me in the meantime.


August 21st

The subject returned with two people in tow; their faces dazed and their eyes unseeing. It was quite clear he brought them here by force, and no doubt with his power of Persona. He dumped them into the room and we proceed with the experiment quickly.

But there was something wrong; the ones which the subject brought in did not seem to be able to summon their Persona despite hearing the tune. For a moment I wondered what was wrong. Then it clicked. After the subject had acquired his Persona, I had tried for one myself as well. But nothing had happened, and it was the same with the two the subject just brought in.

I considered a number of factors, but none of it was making much sense. However, I noted that our ages seemed to be the most important factor here. Both of the humans the subject dragged in was well over twenty, and I was personally in my early thirties. The subject himself however, was but a student in high school. On that theory, I told him to leave the humans back where he dragged them from and get some students for the next experiment, and not by force this time. He quietly agreed and left with the two in tow.

Not willing to wait for him to return, I decided to get another couple of test subjects to help me out in the task. I had told them to meet me the day after. I can't wait to see what kind of Persona they possess.


August 23rd

Now this was just plain intriguing. Somehow, I couldn't manage to get the Personas of the subjects out, no matter how hard I tried. I had to apologize and send them off awkwardly when nothing happened at all to the three of them.

This might mean that not everyone had enough potential to become a user. Perhaps I merely struck gold with test subject no.1. Nonetheless, I have no choice now but to await his return.


September 13th

Success! I managed to awaken the Personas of the five students the subject brought in. So it was clear then that only teenagers would be able to have Personas. Whether or not they stay with them throughout their lives would be another matter. I ponder over why only teenagers could awaken their Personas as I made tea earlier.

Maybe it was due to their adolescent minds, or even their hormones. It was definitely odd though. Perhaps because they were at the perfect age to decide on how they should live their lives? Ha. Either way, I had made several interesting discoveries since the last entry.

Firstly, it would appear each Persona can be linked to a major being in history. Raphael, for instance, is a well known angel. I had several other Persona users whose Persona were beings from ancient times, ranging from demons to angels to legendary human figures. What a person's Persona is would normally tell you a lot about that person. For instance, if one is consumed by greed, the chances that his or her Persona would be Beelzebub would be quite high. The opposite is true if one's innermost feelings are of the lawful type. Perhaps they can even get an angelic Persona like the test subject?

Secondly, each Persona appears to be linked to an Arcana. It was difficult linking some of them to their Arcanas, since they made no sense, but Raphael explained that there was a reason for doing so. Some were blatantly obvious, like a succubus being in the Devil Arcana, but some, like Raphael being in the Lovers Arcana, could hardly be explained. Then again, his name does mean 'One who heals'...

Thirdly, not all Persona are as agreeable to their users as Raphael. Out of the five, three tried to kill their users. Was Raphael not there, I would have had a serious problem on my hands. Perhaps forcefully awakening one's Persona was not as safe as I thought. However, Raphael slaying those wild Personas caused me another problem. See, one's Persona is the manifestation of one's innermost thoughts. And if you kill said Persona, you essentially kill one's ability to think. The five walked out of my place like zombies, the light in their eyes all but gone. I felt a twinge of regret for ruining their lives, but this is in the name of science, I suppose.

I also noted that thus far, all of the people that the test subject brought in had had the potential to be Persona users. Maybe he has the ability to sense whether a person could be a user or not. Either way, this will prove useful for me.

I probably need a tune to forcefully shut down, or at least limit one's ability to summon his or her Persona once it awakened, but that would take quite a while. Besides, who would notice a couple of zombies with the busy state society is in these days?


October 18th

The test subject came to my mansion today with an interesting piece of rumor for me. It appears that the ones I've awoken aren't the only ones with Personas. So it would seem that others have naturally found their talent for Personas as well...this is interesting news. But that wasn't all the subject had to tell me.

Raphael confirmed my earlier suspicions, and told me that he had sensed the presence of a Persona user in a distant town, and that the subject had tailed said user throughout the whole town until the user returned to his dorm. It would appear there were others inside the dorm with the ability to use Personas as well, but the user whom the subject tailed was an interesting case. Raphael sensed not one, nor two, but a whole bunch of Personas inside him.

How was this possible? One could only put on this much of a facade. Was he some kind of actor or something, to be able to have so many Personas?

Raphael explained it clearly to me. The 'Wild Card' ability. Out of the sea of Persona users, only a select few have this innate talent to be able to handle Personas of any Arcana, and can easily shift through them to adapt to the situation.

If I could somehow get this 'Wild Card' user to aid me...well, I suppose I can't just walk up and start babbling away with Personas. The university is still searching for me, after all. I would also have to be careful about whose Persona I awaken from now on; I might have gone a bit overboard with the last experiment, which was why I had to refrain from doing anything but brooding for the past month.

Still, I managed to get two other good helpers for my cause. Subject no.2 and 3 both pledged their lives to me. It was odd how easily I got them to my side. Maybe awakening one's Persona has more side effects than I thought...doesn't help that the three subjects all have angels as Personas.
Raphael, Gabriel and Uriel. Now I just need one more to finish my collection.


November 4th

I told them to choose carefully, and so they did. The four archangels are now united. Michael was a bit of a tough nut to crack though. The user was headstrong and reckless, as expected of the leader. But the other three angels were convincing enough, and he joined my cause after a little resistance. Still, I didn't like the look Michael flashed at me before he faded out.

Well, my experiments were an incredible success. Perhaps it's time to test out their powers a little bit. I send the four subjects on a little mission to greet the university. Their objective was simple, and would allow me to gauge what the potential of Persona really is.


November 6th

Amazing. There can be no other word. The university was razed to the ground, as though it never existed. The four subjects walked out without a problem, and no one who saw them even suspected that they were the perpetrators. Perhaps it was due to the archangels' influencing powers, but everyone who saw them walk out of the fire unscathed literally turned a blind eye to them. It was as though they couldn't even see them.

I read the papers today and laughed at the news on the front page. They suspected an arsonist, but come on, we all know a university as large as that can't possibly be burned down to nothing in less than a quarter of a day. Not to mention there wasn't even any ashes remaining from the flames. No doubt some supernatural investigators would be called in to check the place out. Let them check then; no evidence remained, the archangels assured me that.

Now that no one else knows about my work, it was time to focus on finding the 'Wild Card' user. But the four archangels all warned me against it, citing that the 'Wild Card' in town harbored a destiny that was to prevent mankind from dying out. I wish I could protest, but how does one defy the commands of an angel?

Well, if I can't use the 'Wild Card' that I know the location of, I guess I'll just have to find another one. That would, of course, involve getting a lot of high school students into my mansion. That's actually not a bad idea...why should I resort to having the archangels kidnap students, when I can just open up my own school and use the students there?

Of course. I'm an idiot for not thinking of that earlier.


November 15th

I instructed the archangels to...shall we say, 'persuade' some people to create a new high school from scratch. This new school would be directly beside my mansion, but I'll have to take extra precautions to prevent any extra curious students from knowing what the mansion was used for.


December 3rd

Construction of the school is going well...maybe too well. I suspect the archangels are helping out with their powers. Well, the faster they do it, the faster I can get a 'Wild Card' user, I suppose. However...what would I do once I found him, or her?

The thought never crossed my mind before, but perhaps I might be able to introduce something like a new world order...it isn't sounding so ridiculous now that I know the powers at my disposal. Ironic isn't it? People would see this new world order as supposedly brought forth by the divine whim of the heavens, but in truth it was brought by the archangels listening to the commands of a lowly mortal.

But something still bugs me...why do the archangels so easily pledge allegiance to me? Sure, I was the one who awakened them, but still...


January 31st

Sonofabitch! I caught sight of an enormous being of darkness donning a sword doing combat with people on top of a big tower that seemingly appeared out of thin air. Even the archangels showed signs of fear. When I questioned them, they simply replied with a lone word; "Nyx".

The moon itself nearly crashed into the Earth. I could make out every little groove and dent on it as it approached. And all this while, people outside the mansion were flailing around in pain. For some reason, I wasn't even the least bit affected. Neither were the subjects or the angels for that matter; perhaps their divine power rendered us all immune to the effects of the yellow moon.

Regardless, the moon returned to normal after a while, and everything went back to normal. Well, as normal as normal can get, anyway.

When I returned home and tried to get some sleep, I was startled to find a figure of another angel hovering beside me as I tossed and turned. Initially I assumed it was one of the archangels, for its form resembled them. But when it didn't respond to my questions of what it was doing here, I took a closer look to the being.

The archangel looked almost mechanical, with a shining metallic skin tone. In fact, I daresay the only thing organic about it was the hair that it possessed. A larger version of the white cloth with the cross symbol Raphael had was draped over its chest and crotch, but its muscular...mechanical chest was still almost fully revealed.

The angel expanded its wings as it saw that I had noticed him, the grinding of metal sounding as the beautiful silver feathers stretched themselves outwards. He looked down on me with an expressionless face, the blonde hair on its head a contrast to the silver of his face. And as he spoke, I was thrown into disarray. Even though I had gotten somewhat used to speaking with the archangels despite the power they contained in their voices, this being obviously blew them out of the water.

He stated his name as Metatron, and claimed that he was my Persona. It would seem the giant moon did affect me after all, but not in the way as it had affected the others humans. What brought to them pain, brought to me my Persona. Now everything made sense. Metatron, the highest ranking angel in the hierarchy. This was the reason the archangels listened to me willingly. This was turning out to be very, very interesting indeed. The next entry shall probably be late. I have experiments to conduct with this power of mine.


March 5th

It would seem that the 'Wild Card' user passed away today. Metatron sensed his life vanishing from this plane. So much for my plans of getting the user into my little group. Well, nothing to it, I suppose.

Metatron's powers are astounding. As my Persona, I can summon him to do anything I desire, but as time went by, I realize that the two of us were beginning to think alike. Or rather, I should say that I'm beginning to think exactly like him. It was like he was imposing his will upon me. Another side effect of having a Persona, perhaps. Maybe that was the reason the test subjects were so obedient. They lost themselves to their Personas. It would also explain them responding to their Persona's names instead of their own. Unfortunately, I regret to say that I too am falling under this same condition.

Metatron has been placing weird ideas into my head lately. Most likely he's trying to create this new world under his rule. The only time I feel like I have some control is when I'm writing this in my diary. The high school's nearly done. I'd probably have enough control left to trigger the event that will allow almost every student in the high school to have Personas. The teachers have already been informed about everything that might happen, and just in case the students get a little too rowdy, I gave each of them an anti-tune. It was good for one use, and lasts just long enough for them to escape. The four archangels took the role of students within the school, establishing order in what would otherwise be an uncontrolled environment.

I now realize the folly of everything I had done so far. Some things in the universe are just now meant to be toyed around with in human hands. Personas are one of them. The high school was meant to be a facility which will enable me to find the 'Wild Card' I need to conquer this world. Now I find myself looking at it as the only hope of salvation this world has left. I sincerely hope I find a 'Wild Card' user in the pool of students who arrive here. And then maybe, just maybe, they can put a stop to this madness I started. I pray they do.


Kazou Okumura stopped outside the gates of his new school, sniffing as he looked around the empty fields surrounding the building. With the exception of a single dilapidated mansion,there was nothing else around them within a two hundred feet radius. Not that Kazou cared.

It was the fifth time Kazou had transferred schools, and he wasn't exactly unfamiliar with the part of playing the 'new guy'. He snorted as he took in the sight of the education facilities, and the students entering walking around the courtyard, chattering away excitedly. People like them annoyed Kazou. He was a born loner, and for good reason too. His attitude caused people to judge him negatively, and in return he often judged them back in kind.

It wasn't that he didn't like being around people, but they tend to become annoying a lot. Especially when they learned that his parents had divorced and left him in an orphanage to rot. People would always go 'I'm so sorry to hear that', or some variant of that. Kazou didn't want their sympathy. He disliked people thinking that he missed his parents or something. Kazou's parents can go to hell as long as he's concerned.

A few girls gathered together giggled as they looked at him, and Kazou sighed as he remembered the events in his previous schools. 'Cute', they always said. And then somehow, the word would conform into 'jerk'. It wasn't his fault he lived his whole life with that attitude, and it wasn't like he had not tried to change. He did, and it turned out good...for the first half an hour. Then everyone started getting suspicious about his behavior and thought he was up to no good. In the end Kazou just gave up and changed back to the jerk that everyone knew.

Checking his sling bag to ensure that he had brought the necessary books for the first day of high school, Kazou brushed off from his shoulder a few fallen leaves from the trees around him. To his annoyance, even more of the leaves started to fall around him, and some of it got inside his bag. Kazou made a mental note to flush them all out as soon as he got home, and proceeded on his way into the school.

As he moved, Kazou's brown eyes stole a glance at the name of the school his guardians had enrolled him in. Pegutori High? More like Purgatory High.

Kazou was sure he wasn't the only one who had had this thought occur to him, for other students were looking at the school name outside the gates with a smirk on their faces. Kazou shook his head as he looked at them, causing his carefully combed back black hair to fall forward and his bangs to fall down over his eyes. He shifted them out of the way easily and rolled his eyes. This is why I find combing hair redundant. This always happens.

A loud ringing sound echoed throughout the whole school to signify the start of lessons, and Kazou glanced at his watch. He was going to be late, but it wasn't as if he cared. It was only the first day of school, after all. Shrugging, Kazou brushed off another fallen leaf off his black uniform and watched as it clinged to his blue pants. "...Oh come on."


Before Kazou had realized what happened, he found himself in the toilet flushing out the orange leaves that had fallen into his bag. His original intention had been to do it at home, but his complex hardly allowed him to wait that long. After ten long minutes of combing through the sling bag, Kazou was finally convinced that there were no more leaves remaining.

He had made the smart decision of using the toilet that was directly adjacent to the classroom he was supposed to go to, so Kazou didn't have to waste time searching for his class. Planning everything beforehand was how Kazou liked to do things. Straightening out himself, Kazou took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in," The voice that responded to his knocking sounded young and feminine. Kazou did as the voice requested, and found himself standing before forty-odd students. The teacher was, as he had suspected, young and female. She had her hair tied in a ponytail, and smiled cheerfully at him as he entered. "You're late."

"I know." Kazou replied stoutly. He scanned the classroom and saw that compared to the ones in his previous schools, the ones in Pegutori High were much larger. In fact, it seemed as though there was a large open space at both the front and the back for some odd reason. Seeing a few empty seats at the back, Kazou started to move towards them.

"Oh no you don't," The teacher stopped him. "Latecomers seat in front."

Kazou sighed. People always cause trouble for him. He turned to face the teacher, literally looking down at her. At six feet, he was a good head taller than her. Still, he didn't want to cause any problems for the first day of school. "Fine."

"And also," The teacher continued, "We've already all done our introductions. Shouldn't you at least do yours?"

Kazou dropped his sling bag onto one of the vacant front seats near the right side of the classroom, then walked up and started to write his name on the blackboard with the chalk. Once he was done with that, Kazou immediately stepped back to his desk and sat down, placing his legs on top of the table.

"Kazou Okumura, is it? You can call me Miss Yui. We'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on."

Now Kazou was annoyed. Why do people always have to state the obvious?

He threw her an impassive look and then turned away. Already he could hear the whispering of his classmates as they made comments on his behavior. Unkind comments, he was sure. Kazou turned the upper portion of his body around and gave a glare at the group busy in discussion about him. One look from those eyes easily silenced the group, and Kazou turned back, satisfied. If this goes on, I might have to transfer schools again...


"Now remember, all of you have to collect the keys to your lockers before you leave the classroom later," Miss Yui's cheery voice spoke loudly across the classroom, but Kazou's mind wasn't taking in the words at all.

Time had passed quickly as Kazou focused on the clouds rolling through the sky outside. It was a good thing he was seated to the right of the classroom, since he could easily look outside through the windows whilst pretending to be paying attention to the teacher.

A loud bell rang, signaling the beginning of break. Each of the students in the classroom walked over to the teacher's table and picked up a key with their names labeled on them. Kazou did the same, then stuffed it into his bag and returned to his desk. Having nothing else to do and with no interest in checking out what food the cafeteria held, he decided to simply laze around on his desk.

Someone tapped on his shoulder, and Kazou turned around scowling. He came face to face with a male student with a tanned complexion, the short brown hair of the student going quite well together with his skin color. Kazou studied the student for a second, noticing that his eyes were colored an unusual green. Contact lenses...probably one of those fashion wannabes.

"Sup dude?" The student spoke with an odd English accent.

"Nothing. Go away," Kazou wasn't in the mood to converse. He thought placing his head on his bag to pretend to be sleeping would be good enough a sign, but it clearly wasn't working as intended.

"Come on man, we should all try to get along here," The student seemed amused by Kazou's reaction to him. "Your name's Kazou right? I'm-"

"I said, go away," Kazou cut the student off, the malice in his voice cutting through the air of the classroom.

"Jeez fine, okay. You don't have to get all worked up like that, you know?" The student backed off and returned to his seat.

"Humph," Kazou turned back to the front, catching sight of Miss Yui looking at him as he did. "And what the hell are you looking at?"

The teacher merely smiled and turned her eyes back to the paper on her desk, leaving Kazou slightly confused as to what she was thinking.

"Crazy bitch," He muttered as he placed his head on the table once again.


The rest of the day passed peacefully, although the the students in the classroom were already alerted to how antisocial Kazou was. Already many were stepping out of their way to avoid him when they had to move to the field to check out where they would be taking their Physical Education classes. And more than once, Kazou caught sight of a few students staring in his direction, then turning away abruptly when they noticed him looking at them.

He didn't know what was so difficult to understand about wanting to be left alone. He didn't want to get all happy with everyone and then make a big deal when he had to leave. That was what had happened for the first and second school Kazou had transferred to, and after that he just stopped trying to get all friendly. After all, it wasn't his fault that he seemed to have an aura that made wannabe punks pick on him. And every time they tried to take him on, they got their asses handed to them on a plate. And, of course, he was forced to transfer schools right after that.

"Five damn times. People are so fucking annoying," Kazou mumbled as he looked at the clock. It was almost time to go home.

The bell rang soon enough, and all the students started to pack up and leave. Kazou was amongst the first to stand up, but Miss Yui called out to him before he could leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow...right?"

There was something strange about the way she said it, but Kazou couldn't place his finger on what it was. And besides, she was asking the obvious again. He walked out of the classroom with one hand in the air in the gesture of goodbye. "Whatever."


Kazou finally reached his apartment after an uncomfortable train ride, and took a quick shower before chowing down on the instant noodles he had prepared. Life without people annoying you was sheer bliss for someone like Kazou, so he had made it a point to move out of his guardians' house as soon as he could. Granted, they still handled all the legal matters about him, such as which school he went to, but that was going to be over in less than two years' time.

He took a look at his small apartment consisting of only one bedroom, a kitchen and the living room, the hardwood underneath his feet starting to make his legs feel a little chilly. He wasn't having anyone in his life anyway, so Kazou was happy enough to have an apartment all to himself. The delivery movers were still in the process of moving his furniture, so there were multiple boxes stacked all around the place. Kazou had decided to unpack them later on in the weekend, so for now all he had for 'furniture' was only the bed and the internet modem. There wasn't anything else much to do, but a post-it note caught Kazou's eye.

'Note to self : Finish job application.'

"Damn, knew I forgot something," Kazou cursed and started to rummage through a few of the cardboard boxes, and managed to find what he was looking for : his laptop. Booting it up and going to his email screen, he clicked the 'new' button and started to draft up an application.

Kazou's previous job had been paying him pretty well for what it required him to do, but since he had transferred schools, he found himself too far away from his workplace to be able to remain working there. As such he had no choice but to find a new job, and he had gathered enough flyers to at least guarantee that he would score a job in one of them. Settling in to make himself comfortable on his bed, Kazou started to type away on the keyboard.


By the time he was finished, it was already dark out. Kazou realized that he had effectively spent the whole of three hours finishing up job applications and perfecting them, and had completely forgotten all about the noodles he had made. Grunting at the now cold noodles as he swallowed them, Kazou started to browse several website forums to see if there was anything interesting happening lately.

Much to his disappointment, nothing of interest had surfaced on the internet. With a sigh, Kazou finished his dinner and considered the time. "10pm, with nothing much to do. Might as well head to bed early."

Kazou started to move his mouse towards the shutdown button, but at the same moment a 'ding' sounded, and a notification informed him that he had received an email.

A response to one of the job applications? Kazou wondered as he clicked the email icon and waited for the menu to load. The tiny icon of a yellow envelop greeted him, together with an odd title.

'This is a test. Delete this immediately.'

Kazou scoffed at the email. It was probably some stupid joke. The sender, however, made his eyes widen a little. "Pegutori High...?"

How does the school know my email address? Kazou considered the possibilities, then slapped himself on the forehead with his palm. Those two must have given it to them. Damn, now I'm gonna have lots of homework delivered to me on a daily basis. Great, just great.

Swearing at his guardians who were a few cities away, Kazou decided to click on the email and check its contents anyway. Perhaps I could unsubscribe myself or something by replying and saying they've got the wrong email...

The loading bar for his laptop started to load the contents of the email, and Kazou waited patiently. After a minute, he started to move the cursor around to make sure the laptop had not hung itself on him. The loading bar was still going at a snail's pace.

"Strange," Kazou muttered. "Emails normally don't take this long to open."

The bar suddenly jerked forward, indicating that it had loaded successfully. Kazou looked at the scrolling bar on the side and found it ridiculously long. The problem was, there wasn't anything in the email itself but a white blank page. It was as though someone had sent an email and then held shift and space for fifteen minutes straight as the message before sending it to someone.

"Tch...annoying," Kazou scrolled through the email twice to make sure he wasn't missing something, and once he was sure that the contents of the email was nothing but a white page, he decided to click the delete button. The cursor, however, would not respond to the movements of his mouse. "Now it decides to hang on me. Really?"

Kazou clicked his tongue in annoyance and decided to wait. There wasn't anything else he could do when his laptop decide to stop responding to him. Normally the wait would be over in thirty seconds or so, but this time nothing happened for a good two minutes. Beginning to get impatient, Kazou started to tap his fingers on the laptop.

After another minute, Kazou found himself fiddling around with his phone, playing a game on it with the touchscreen while occasionally glancing up every few seconds to check if the laptop had loaded. He finished two quick rounds, then stopped and sighed as he looked at the screen of his laptop. It still showed the same things as it did ten minutes ago. The blank page was annoying him to no end, and Kazou decided to just shut the entire machine down by switching off the plug. As soon as he moved the laptop off his legs though, a loud sound that reminded Kazou of glass breaking resonated in the house.

"Quite an interesting device you got there," A mocking voice sounded beside Kazou, causing him to jump in shock. "Those didn't exist in my time."

"What the fuck?" Kazou turned towards the source of the voice, and saw an odd man seated beside him in his bed returning his look with an apathetic expression. "Who the hell are you? How did you get in my house?"

"Humph," The man didn't make an effort to answer Kazou's question, and stood up from the bed, stretching himself out. Now that he was at a distance, Kazou could easily make out the features of the man before him. His face was refined and handsome, almost inhumanely so. His dark blue hair fell unobstructed to his shoulders, and as the man turned his glinting golden eyes towards Kazou, the latter felt his hair rising. Something told him that the color was not caused by contact .

The man's dress code was also an extreme oddity. He was wearing a loose purple robe around him, but it was tattered off just near the torso, and fully revealed his chest as he moved. His body build was neither too muscular nor too thin; it was evident to Kazou that this person could hold his own in a fight with a good blend of speed and power. The man wore black Hakama pants in place of what would have been covered by the robe had it not been torn off. They were thick and seemed heavy, but the man hardly appeared to care about that at all, if his moving speed was anything to go by.

But that wasn't the most important part of the man that Kazou took in. No, rather, his eyes were drawn to the three objects the man possessed. One strapped on his waist, and two others crisscrossed in a perfect 'X' on his back. Katanas. Each blade was slender and small in width, but their length was long enough for the tip of the katana that the man had strapped to his waist to be touching the floor. And that was saying a lot, considering the man was of even height to Kazou.

Kazou felt his heart pounding against his ribcage, his mouth turning dry as the combination of fear and adrenaline in his body caused him to tremble uncontrollably. He tried his best to sound unafraid, but the trembling probably gave him away as he spoke. "Answer my question, dammit."

"Do I have to? I thought you hated people asking or stating the obvious," The man answered as he moved around Kazou's room with an air of elegance. A cruel smile formed on his lips as he continued, "I art thou, and thou art I."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Kazou didn't know how to make sense of the situation. A random stranger shows up in his room with three weapons in his hands, and then starts speaking in old English. If the tension in the air wasn't so tense, Kazou would have started laughing already. "I don't know what the hell you want, but if it's money, I don't have it. You can see for yourself, I got nothing of value here you can steal, except maybe the laptop."

The man let out a harsh laugh, and for an instance Kazou thought he could see the air around the former distorting, unnaturally warping themselves as the man's unkind laughter filled the house. "Don't be stupid. Why would I want to steal anything from you?"

"Then what," Kazou's tone was exasperated as he asked the question for the second time, "the hell do you want?"

The man shot him a weird look, as though he was considering the possibility of Kazou really not knowing anything. Seemingly reaching a conclusion, the man pointed a finger at something, and Kazou's eyes trailed along the direction it pointed to until they rested upon his laptop. It had apparently finished loading, and what was originally a blank page now had words on them. "That object is what awakened me. I presume it would show you what you want to know."

Unsure if the man was attempting to trick him to let down his guard, Kazou moved warily towards his laptop and started to read the text displayed on the page.


'If you're reading this, let me first congratulate you on awakening your Persona, and not having it kill you upon being released. Attached to this email was a special sound that cannot be heard by the naked human ear. It has been playing for the past few minutes, and was what was required to force your Persona out of the recesses of your mind.

Now, I have no doubt that you're probably still confused about what's going on, so I'll fill you in. However, I shall only provide a very brief outline of what a Persona is, and what shall be happening in the coming days. If you have any questions about the former, it is recommended that you consult your Persona.

A Persona is a manifestation of your personality, the thoughts that lurk in the innermost reaches of your mind. Remember this information, for it is extremely important. If your Persona dies, your personality, and effectively, YOU will die along with it.

From my research thus far, Personas are classified under three different realms, namely the demonic, angelic and legendary humans. You can probably tell which realm your Persona belongs to with a simple glance; their traits show themselves clearly. Pay close attention to what they name themselves; their names very often provide a large hint as to who they were in life, or in death.

Each Persona is also classified under one of the Arcanas, either major or minor. It is not necessary to know which Arcana your Persona is classified under, but if you so wish you can ask it. It will answer truthfully.

Summoning a Persona should come naturally to you after you have awakened it. It can be as easy as screaming your Persona's name, to doing some form of complicated ritual. It is up to you which method you choose to invoke your Persona. Take note that generally the higher level a Persona is, the longer it will take to be summoned. With enough training though, one can easily summon a high level Persona with a simple snap of his fingers. Of course, I don't expect any of you to be able to perform such feats so soon. Find your own style of summoning, and choose well. Remember that power isn't the only deciding factor in a battle; speed is one as well.

Magic is no longer a dream. Personas are capable of conjuring up the mightiest of infernos, the strongest gales of winds, the coldest blizzards. There are more elemental powers that they possess, and the amount of power each Persona possess varies, but I'll leave that up to your own discovery.

Physical feats that are considered impossible by human standards are often easily done by Personas, due to their powers. Again, the physical prowess of a Persona varies from one to the other, so it's up to you to discover your own Persona's power.

Now that I've more or less let you understand the gist of things, you must want to know what our reason was for awakening your Persona. Now I want to make this very clear to you. If you're reading this email, your fate has already been sealed, and you have been dragged into a conflict from which there can be no escape.

We have went through the entire list of students who registered in the school, and selected amongst them people whom we believe have the potential to be the best Persona users. Those whom we had deemed worthy have automatically received a form (either through physical or electronic means) which contains the special sound attachment that will awaken their Persona. Should they choose the path of not opening or reading the form, they will continue to live their lives as per normal in the school. Or at the very least, as normal as normal can get in a school full of Persona users.

Persona Users:

Your objective for the rest of the school year would be to find and kill off any other users in your path. This can be done either by attacking the user, or the Persona of the user itself. Of course, we're not asking you to do this without a reward. As long as you follow the rules written in this email, you will be given special privileges.

Everyone will be given a daily allowance of no less than the equivalent of a hundred US dollars daily, and it can be found in your individual school lockers on the ground floor. There is a special bonus if you happen to be the one who finished off the most users at the end of the month. Within the school premises, you are exempted from the eyes of the law, and you can do anything you want without fear. Again, there are still lines that you cannot cross, and if you get a tad too out of hand, we might be forced to interfere. At the end of the day, should you find yourself to be the last user standing, you're allowed to be granted a single wish for anything you desire. Nothing is impossible for us, and I personally assure you that your wish will be granted. This is, of course, IF you manage to be the last user standing.

Non-users:

The ones who did not open the forms are effectively fodder for you Persona users. You are free to use them in any way you deem fit, toying with them and their very lives. You don't have to be fearful of the consequences of a non-user dying in the school; legal issues and the like will be settled quietly by the school. You will not take any blame nor have any burden of killing someone on your shoulders. This, of course, does not mean that you are free to kill indiscriminately like a psychopathic murderer. I do not intend for the battle royale to end before it even starts. A few casualties here and there are okay, an intentional slaughtering of the masses will result in severe punishment.

Teachers are also not allowed to be assaulted, either physically or magically. They have been armed and informed about the situation in the school, and have their own measures to handle you should you attempt an attack on them. We will also have to penalize you should you try to attack any figure of authority. Once again, do not try to assault any figures of authority in the school compound.

Battles in the school:

You're permitted to bring melee weapons to school for self defense, and as long as the weapon is not classified under firearms or ranged weapons, it is allowable.

You're allowed a maximum of ONE battle per school day, and you must announce to your opponent that you're about to initiate a battle before you begin. Both parties must be aware that they are to engage each other before the first blow is struck. Using cheap tactics like backstabbing, or using a firearm or some other kind of ranged weaponry to pick off Persona users is strictly forbidden.

Upon finishing your battle, regardless of the results, you will be free from battles for that day. No one may approach you to begin another battle, and if someone does, they will be dealt with by us. This does not mean that you cannot interact with another Persona user; getting a little rough is certainly allowed, but anything involving weaponry or Persona after one has already been involved in a battle earlier will result in a penalty for the party who started the battle.

One can also choose to not get involved in any conflict for the day, however, this would mean that you must not get yourself in a position to be challenged. How you can accomplish this is entirely up to you.

Battles outside school:

Clashing of Personas outside school premises are, as you will well have suspected by now, strictly taboo. Using powers for one's own gains are acceptable, as long as it does not cause harm to anyone, but you must not let your powers be found out. Do not think that by using underhanded methods to pick off your opponents discreetly, you will be able to escape our eyes. We see everything, and we are always watching.

Miscellaneous:

Do not attempt to escape from this conflict, it is unavoidable. Should we discover that you are trying to run away, we WILL find you. And we WILL put you down.

Informing any non-users outside of school about your powers will also result in a penalty. Non-users inside school will automatically have their memories tempered with everyday before they enter and leave the school grounds, and any memory about Personas will be erased from their minds completely. As such, one does not have to worry about usage of powers inside school grounds.

Should we find out that you are breaking any of the aforementioned rules, punishments ranging from forceful removal of your Persona to erasing your very existence on this planet shall be enforced upon you. Make sure you think twice before performing any actions that may put you at risk of being a rule-breaker.

And on that note, I wish you good luck in your upcoming days. You will probably want to converse with your Persona to get to know more about him/her/it. Remember: Trust no one but yourself.'


"What...the fuck?" Kazou fell backwards on his bed, the contents of the email still threatening to overwhelm him. He turned to the man and took a deep breath. "So now I'm caught in some fucked up war shit in my new school, and unless I'm mistaken, it's a fight to the death?"

"I don't know," The man stated matter-of-factly, "I was merely summoned here by that device. You seem to finally know what's going on though."

"You don't say?" Kazou skimmed through the contents of the email once more, then decided it would be best to make sure that this whole thing wasn't a sham of some sort. "The email says this...Persona thing can do magic. Prove it."

"Magic?" The man cocked his head to one side, his tone slightly amused. "I do not dabble in sorcery, I'm afraid."

"No magic? Then do something superhuman. You can at least manage that much, right?"

"You dare to doubt my abilities?" The man's voice had softened considerably, and Kazou caught the hint of anger hidden within the words. The man's grip tightened on the hilt of the blade at his waist. "Do you not know who you're speaking with?"

"As a matter of fact, I don't. Enlighten me."

"Well," The grip of the man loosened as he took a more relaxed posture, a frown forming on his face. "To be honest, I have no idea either."

"What the- you're shitting me," Kazou found himself beginning to calm down, for even though the man still had three weapons on him, he didn't look like he was about to harm anyone. "How can you not know who you are? Don't you have a name?"

"I am...a nameless Persona. We're of a special group even within the Persona list; it is almost impossible for someone to be able to summon us. So now I wonder...how did you manage to get me onto this plane?" The man look accusingly at Kazou, and the latter found himself beginning to worry once again. The man continued, "Regardless, I am your Persona now, and it shall be until we part ways. It will not do to have you call me Nameless. Select a good name for me, and our pact shall be bound by blood."

"Wait, what? Bound by blood?"

"Do not worry about that part yet. A name. Decide how you will address me from this moment on," The way the man put it seemed to be telling Kazou that if he asked about the pact again, he would be cut down where he stood.

Kazou gulped and started to rack his brains for a good name to give. He was never really that good with names, but as he watched the man carefully, words started to take form in his mind. "How about...Raigura?"

"Mm...no arguments here," The man stepped towards Kazou, his hands shifting to grip the hilt of the two blades at his back. "Now then, stretch out your hands, please."

"Uh, why?" Kazou sat up, and for a moment the air around him seemed to distort. The man twitched a little, and in that same instant a searing pain tore through his palms. Instinctively Kazou yelped and looked at them, a trail of blood falling out of them to the ground as he did. "What the hell?"

Even though Kazou had not seen the man move at all aside from the small twitch, there were two visible diagonal cuts on his palms, both the mirror image of each other. A thin line of blood was still flowing from the wound, but it was not hurting as bad as it was a few seconds earlier. Kazou shot the man a killer look, but the latter hardly seemed to care about the glare he was receiving.

"One last thing to finish our contract. Take off your shirt," Raigura's hands fell back down to the sword he had strapped to his waist. "Now."

"Fuck no, what are you-" Kazou's sentence was cut short as the air distorted once more. Realizing what was about to happen, he lifted his hands to his chest to try and defend himself. Even before his hands were halfway there however, Kazou saw the man twitch again, just a little. Then another excruciating pain shot through his body, and Kazou's vision turned white as he felt himself being blown backwards.

Shaking his head to clear it, Kazou looked down at his body to inspect what Raigura had done. His chest now had a short horizontal line and a long vertical one crisscrossing each other, resembling something of a christian cross. Raigura had also not spared his clothing. His shirt was literally torn to shreds and fluttering around the room.

"Dammit, what's this for? You marking me or something?"

"Nothing of the sort. It's just part of the contract required if you want to utilize my services. A small price to pay if you ask me. Now then, any questions for me before I take my leave?" Raigura smiled jestingly.

"Do I! If what the email said is true, tomorrow is going to be one hell of a fucked up day. And everyday after that is going to be the same. I admit I had my doubts, but what you just did to me twice was effing bullshit. I didn't even see you move-"

"Enough," Raigura cut Kazou off and started to fade out in front of the latter's eyes. It reminded Kazou of those effects they used at the movies, except he was plenty sure by now that everything happening was real. "If you have no questions, then I shall be on my way."

"Wait!" Kazou cried out, and Raigura looked back with annoyance on his face. "At the very least, tell me about your past or something."

Raigura's body stopped fading out and started to become solid once more. He walked over to Kazou's bed and took a seat on the soft fabric, one hand stroking the hilt of his sword. "If you want, I can entertain you for a while, I suppose."

"As I mentioned before, I am one of the Nameless Ones. My past achievements and accomplishments account for nothing but my current skills. No one remembers my legend, because the one up there see me as too much of a threat to continue existing," Raigura's eyes had a distant look in them as he recounted his past. "In life, I was a wandering swordsman who practiced the art of Iaido. That was what you had a firsthand experience of when I made the contract with you."

Kazou flinched a little as he remembered the way the air had contorted and the twitch Raigura had just before he felt the pain on his palm and chest. "So the way the air currents seemed to just go spastic...that was you?"

"Correct. When I wandered the lands where both demons and angels roamed freely, I managed to find two blacksmiths who specialized in creating blades to handle each species respectively. That is how these two blades came to be on my back," Raigura unsheathed the two katanas, and for the first time Kazou took in their appearance. It was evident which one was designed to slay which species, for one glowed a searing white, and the other pulsed with demonic intent. The sword guard of the first katana was a small pair of angel wings protruding out of a white circular globe, whose insides seemed to contain a swirly white mist. The other blade had something that resembled long claws jutting out of a single red jewel, and as Kazou watched he thought he could see flickering flames and the eye of a beast returning his stare. "Sanzura and Xeletho. The heavenly light, and the demonic darkness. Creatures of the dark fear the light, and vice versa. With these two blades, I was effectively immune to anything that dared to stray near me."

"A weapon for heaven and a weapon for hell, huh?" Kazou's eyes focused on the blade strapped to Raigura's waist. "What about that one? What's that for?"

Raigura replaced the two swords into their scabbards, a flash of light and darkness emitting from them and causing the air to feel choked for an instant before the two forces neutralized each other. The swordsman sighed and took out his third blade from its scabbard, which Kazou observed had the pattern of a dragon wrapped around it. The blade itself was a shining orange, reminding Kazou of the falling leaves in autumn. "This one...Cenoren is the sword that handles everything else in the mortal realm. Because the ones that you really have to fear in this world are neither the angels nor the demons, but mankind himself."

Raigura stood up, and it was clear to Kazou that he meant to really go this time. "With these blades that cleaved through humanity, holy and unholy beings alike, I managed to chalk up a record of no less than five hundred and ninety victories to one loss."

"One loss?" Up till now Kazou had been under the impression that Raigura was more or less immortal, since the way he handled his sword was nothing short of amazing, and he had a weapon to fit every situation. "What could be so powerful that you couldn't even defeat it with your skills and the three blades?"

"Time, Kazou, the one thing mortals can never hope to defeat," This time Raigura definitely sounded saddened. His figure faded out into nothingness as his voice continued to echo around the now empty room of Kazou. "Memento mori."


Kazou wasn't even aware that he had fallen asleep until his phone's ringtone forced him to wake up. Sleepily rubbing his eyes and yawning, Kazou looked at the number displayed on the screen of his phone. It was an unfamiliar one, but he answered the call either way.

"Yo?" He stifled another yawn as he spoke. "Kazou Okumura speaking."

"Ah, Kazou?" The female voice on the other end of the line was vaguely familiar, and in another second Kazou realized who the voice belonged to. "You're late for school today. Are you calling in sick?"

"Ah, shit," Kazou swore and glanced at the time displayed on his phone's screen. He was a good fifteen minutes late, and even if he hurried he would only reach school after half an hour's time. "Sorry, kinda overslept. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Kazou began washing up hurriedly, and let out another curse word as he remembered the reason he had overslept. His eyes automatically gazed over to his laptop, which had been closed and was on the floor beside his bed.

Was everything just some sort of stupid dream?

"That makes me wonder, is a dream considered something on the mortal plane, or would I be able to cut it with my other two swords?" The sound of glass breaking sounded as Raigura appeared beside Kazou, dispelling any doubt the latter had about what happened during the night before. The swordsman twitched a little as the air conformed around him, then gave a look of dissatisfaction at Kazou. "As I thought. With the exception of my awakening, coming out by myself limits my powers severely. I guess we should do the proper procedure next time. Anyway, you better watch your back today."

"Don't remind me," Kazou groaned. Today was the start of some kind of 'battle royale' involving beings called Personas in his school. He still had not figured out who was at the top of things, but Kazou was sure it was some kind of sick wacko who took pleasure in watching high school kids kill each other in some kind of tournament. "Whoever sent that email must be some kind of sick fuck."

"Which reminds me, I went through the contents of the mail you read inside your mind when I disappeared last night, and found that you seemed to have forgotten something."

"I-inside my mind...?"

"Of course. A Persona and its user are one and the same. You cannot hide anything from each other. Hmm, back to the matter at hand. The mail explicitly stated that you are allowed to bring in melee weapons into the school, did it not?" A silver katana with a matching colored strap formed in front of Raigura as he stretched out his palm, hovering in the air as though it was awaiting a command. "I've gone to the trouble of preparing a weapon for you. Use it wisely."

Raigura tossed the blade over to Kazou, and the latter caught it nicely between his hands. There was a problem for him, however. Kazou was not experienced in the usage of weapons whatsoever. Every fight he had been in before, it had been with his bare fists. He wasn't sure what to do now that he had to suddenly start wielding dangerous weaponry. It was also illegal to walk around in town with a sharp edged weapon dangling from your waist in full view of everyone.

Raigura was already gone by the time Kazou started to voice his concerns, and an annoyed Kazou decided to take the weapon out of its scabbard for some testing. The design of the sword was not as spectacular as the three Raigura wielded, but it was a beautiful blade nonetheless. The silver edge reflected the sunlight perfectly, and Kazou noted that the words 'Memento Mori' was engraved on both sides of the blade. He took a few good swings, but when the weapon still felt awkward in his arms, Kazou gave up and replaced it into the scabbard.

Packing his books into his bag, Kazou stood up and tried to fit the katana into various places. Initially he thought he would be able to stuff it inside the side of his pants, but it made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Then he considered placing it inside his bag, but it was evident that the sling bag could not hold something as long as that. Finally, Kazou just decided to strap it and leave it dangling near his hips, similar to how Raigura left Cenoren hanging near his.

Kazou began to thought up multiple excuses that he could use for explaining why he had a sword on him as he left the house, settling with saying that the school had an convention coming up and that he had to role play using the sword.


The excuse worked well, and people eventually stopped giving him weird looks on the station and train as Kazou muttered aloud on purpose about a 'convention' at school. Before he knew it, Kazou was already standing before the gates of Pegutori High once more. The white front gates were locked shut, but there was a side entrance which was meant for latecomers. A lone student stood guard by the gate, and watched quietly with his jet black eyes as Kazou walked near him. Glancing at his watch, Kazou cringed as he realized that he was well over forty minutes late.

"Twice in a row, I see," The male student standing by the gate seemed to be appraising him as Kazou stepped into the school. "Kazou Okumura, wasn't it? Try to be more punctual next time. We do not appreciate entertaining latecomers in this school."

"You don't say?" Kazou brushed the student off, "Aren't you late yourself? Everyone else is already gone."

"It's my job to stand guard here," The student smiled, revealing a full set of shiny white teeth. "If you know what's good for you, you won't compare us to yourselves."

"'Us'...?" Kazou suddenly had a sinking feeling that something was very wrong with the student. He hasn't noticed it due to rushing to enter the school earlier, but now that he had stopped moving completely, he saw an odd marking that resembled a white feather embedded on the collar of the student's uniform. It occurred to him that the student had also not questioned him as to why there was a weapon attached to his waist. "You're..."

"Just a student councilor doing his job," The student finished Kazou's sentence, and for a moment Kazou thought he saw the student's eyes flash a burning red. The councilor folded his arms and waved Kazou off casually. "Be on your way. And don't let me catch you being late again."

"Tch. Whatever," Kazou turned and started towards his classroom at double his normal walking speed, all this while keeping a wary eye on the student councilor until he was up the stairs and completely out of sight.


As Kazou moved along the empty corridors of the school, it was clear something was wrong. The air itself felt different; a mixture of nervousness, pressure and tension that threatened to crush Kazou, despite there being seemingly nothing wrong with the students. It was clear to him which ones were the Persona users as he moved past each classroom; only a handful turned to look at him with a grim expression, whilst the non-users were busy occupying themselves with everyday activities.

For a moment, Kazou considered pretending to be a non-user. He might be able to avoid conflict that way, but for how long can he keep the pretense up?

And another worrying though hit him as he approached the classroom: he definitely would not be the only one who thought up the idea of pretending to not have a Persona. For all he knew, anyone could be a user.

"Damn," Kazou stopped outside his classroom and bit his lips. "I really can't trust anyone but myself."

Bracing himself, Kazou lifted his hands and knocked sharply against the door three times. Miss Yui's voice acknowledged him through the door, and he opened it to step him. No less than two steps into the room, Kazou found himself at the center of attention. It would have been natural; people tend to be curious about who just entered a room, even if they already knew who it was. But the way every student in the room simultaneously turned their heads to look at him almost threw Kazou off.

With the exception of the teacher, the eyes of everyone in the room looked hallow and dead, and the mechanical way they turned their necks indicated that something was obviously wrong. Kazou paused, unsure of how to continue. Clearly there was a Persona user in the room, and he or she had already put the 'cannon fodder' part stated in the email to good use.

"No point worrying," Kazou muttered to himself, putting on an arrogant face as he moved forward to his seat and threw his bag on it before sitting down, lifting his legs and placing them on the table. Looking at the expectant face of Miss Yui, Kazou realized that he had forgotten his manners. "Sorry about being late, teach."

"That's alright," The teacher flashed another cheerful smile at him, seemingly undaunted by the fact that nearly everyone in her class seemed to be half dead. "Legs off the table, if you would."

"Yeah, sure," Kazou obliged and lifted them off, and as he did so the students sitting around him started to move. They formed a circle around Kazou, looking down at him with eyes that resembled dead fishes. He wasn't surprised of course, having already expected that something would happen. "Sup?"

"You-" One of the female students spoke, her voice sounding strained and forced as she pointed an accusing finger at him. "You aren't affected. That means you're a user."

Kazou stood up, using his height to his advantage as he towered over the ones surrounding him. "And what if I am?"

The eyes of the students studied him, and as they focused on the weapon Kazou had brought, a murmur seemed to resonate through the classroom. "And you've brought along a weapon too. Nice try, but you're never going to be able to find me, much less get the chance to use it on me."

"Tch," Kazou clicked his tongue as he realized that whoever was speaking through the students' mouths were right. The user had somehow managed to bring the entire class under his or her control, and was using them as both weapons and shields. Kazou wouldn't be able to strike back, since the email had stated clearly that intentional killing of large groups of non-users would result in a penalty. But if the user started to use the masses to attack him, he would be down for the count without even having a fair chance at retaliation. Kazou's hand tightened on the hilt of the katana, sweating rolling down his hands as he realized that he might really have to use it to cut down the students before him.

Just when he thought he had been placed in checkmate, Kazou was reminded of another rule written in the email. Folding his arms confidently, Kazou made sure his voice could be heard throughout the whole classroom, "A Persona user would not be able to attack another user until he made his intention clear. Wasn't that part of the rules as well? You can't use these people to attack me until you reveal who you are. So come on out and show your face, you fucking coward."

A slow clapping echoed in the classroom as the students started to move and position themselves, forming two straight rows. At the end of the two lines, a student which Kazou recognized as the one who had tried to talk to him yesterday was seated atop a human throne consisting of multiple girls. Kazou shot a look of disgust at how the student was using the girls, but the latter merely returned his gaze with a sarcastic smile as he clapped.

"You little punk...using people like that," Kazou spoke through clenched teeth. "Don't you have the least bit of dignity?"

"Ha, you're one to talk," The student's accent as he talked served to piss Kazou off even more. "Who was the one who was ready to use his weapon on said people just a minute ago?"

"That was only because you were such a coward for using them as weapons and preparing to attack me with them."

"Hey, hey, don't judge me like that. You have your preferred weapon, I have mine. The rules stated it clearly, no? We can use them freely in any way we desire," The student smirked and stroked the hair of a female student near him. "Well I know what I desire."

"Well, do me a favor and jump off a cliff," Kazou started to make his way towards the Persona user, but the other students shifted their formation quickly and formed a human wall between the user and him. "If I ever get my hands on you..."

"Ha, you wish," The student taunted him from behind the human blockade. "Now, we have to announce our intent, you said? Very well then. I, Harold Rucil, challenges you, Kazou Okumura to a Persona battle. Let the fun begin!"

The group of students turned their dead eyes to Kazou as they stared him down. Their mouths opened as one, and a multitude of male and female voices ranging from both young to old sprang forth from them. "Remember our name, for it shall be the last one you hear. We are many. We. Are. Legion!"


A pair of scornful emerald green eyes silently observed the beginning of the battle taking place in Kazou's classroom, and a hand belonging to the owner of the eyes was raised, revealing an odd device that somewhat resembled a watch attached to her wrist. Showing the time was clearly not what the device was used for however, as the student began to speak into it as soon as it was raised close to her lips.

"Metatron, the first battle has begun," The smooth voice of the student was befitting of her pale skin complex and straight white hair, her uniform a contrasting black against them with the exception of the single white feather embedded near the collar. "Are you watching?"

A crackling and buzzing sounded from the device before a heavy voice responded to the student's question. "Always."

"Neither of them seem to have the potential though," The student blinked slowly and took a step closer towards the transparent window of the classroom, giving her a more fuller view of the happenings within. "A waste of time to be watching them if you ask me."

"Silence, Gabriel. We do not judge a book by its covers," The voice was evidently displeased.

"Ah, my apologies. I forgot my place," The student lowered her hand and focused her attention on the battle occurring in the classroom, where an entire horde of non-users were swarming towards a single male with a katana in his hands. Tapping her foot impatiently, the student pouted as she muttered softly, "Now, against an entire hoard of demons, show me the potential you have hidden inside your Persona."


Kazou was having one of the shittiest times of his life; barrages of arms, legs, and other parts of the human body were being use to rain blows down upon him without the slightest bit of hesitation. Trying to ward off the attacks with his arms was a futile attempt, for each blow struck hard and with enough force to bruise his body black and blue.

Slowly but surely, Kazou was being pushed back into a corner of the classroom. The Persona known as Legion and its user Harold were both chuckling as they realized this, increasing the speed of their attacks to force him into the disadvantageous position. Kazou swore as he found himself being driven back faster than ever, and eventually caught onto what Harold was planning.

The katana in Kazou's hands had not been taken out of its scabbard at all, its user unwilling to risk harming the innocent students. Beating off the students with the blunt scabbard was clearly not working though, for with each fist he parried two more were sent towards him. Knowing that he no longer had any choice as his foot finally felt the wall of the classroom behind him, Kazou unsheathed the sword and made a wide swing with it, aiming low on purpose so that he only managed to nick the clothing of the nearby students.

"Ha? Was that your best attack? Jeez, and here I thought someone who brought a katana as his choice of weapon would be amazingly skilled with it," Kazou had only been faking his attack to deter the students from getting closer, but Harold had taken that for real and mocked him for it. "You must be affiliated with the mafia or something to be able to get that kind of weapon though. Too bad, even the mafia can't stand up to something like a Persona. Legion, finish that pathetic worm off!"

An inhumane scream escaped the students' mouths as the Persona controlling them acknowledged the order given to it. Kazou pounded his fist against the wall and refrained himself from replying to his opponent; he was more concerned with avoiding attacks and trying to find a way to escape. Looking desperately around him as he dodged attacks one after another to the best of his ability, Kazou spotted a table that he decided could be used as a springboard.

Shoving the surrounding students out of his way with a sudden burst of force, Kazou jumped onto the table and then leaped off it onto another nearby table, using them as stepping stones to bring himself closer to Harold. The latter became aware of his plan within the first two jumps however, and a pair of hands snatched at Kazou's foot, causing him to fall mid flight. Harold simply let out another mocking laugh at Kazou's plight as he remained seated atop his human throne.

Kazou picked himself up quickly and considered the situation he was in. Thanks to his above average fitness and long legs, he was able to jump clear of the hoard of students, and now the closest ones were a good three meters away from him. He wasn't in the best position standing in the middle of the classroom though, and a few of the students had shifted themselves to block off the exit of the classroom. Behind him sat Miss Yui on the teacher's desk, the usual serene smile on her face as she watched the battle calmly. She obviously wasn't going to lift a finger to help Kazou in any way, and Kazou doubted she could even if she wanted.

The katana felt burning hot in his hands, and Kazou realized with astonishment that the blade had started to take on a pale white aura. It was scarcely noticeable in the sunlight that entered the room through the windows, but a burning sensation in his hands as he held the weapon made him sure that something was up. He was supposed to do something, but exactly what it was, Kazou did not know.

Hopping backwards to put some more distance between himself and the students as they lurched towards him, Kazou noticed that the white aura around his blade seemed to have passed onto his body as well. As the students made their way towards him, Kazou felt the tension in his body rising. His body started to move almost of its own accord, as it knew what it must do without Kazou directly controlling it. With both hands tightly clasped around the katana, Kazou pointed the blade towards himself, his lips opening and forming the syllables of a single word.

"Per..."

"Oh fuck!" Harold jumped off the girls around him and started to back away. "Legion, kill him off! NOW!"

The students began to move towards Kazou even faster than before, but before their second step was taken, Kazou had already muttered the second syllable.

"So..."

The aura around him brightened and became fully visible, rising upwards and spreading out almost as if it was a flame feeding off the air around it. The first of the students wound back his hand and prepared to bring it down upon the face of Kazou, but the last syllable was out before the attack could be launched.

"Na!"

With that last syllable, Kazou plunged the sword directly into his chest, causing both the burning sensation and the aura to engulf his body. The light and power that burst forth forced the students to back off as they swirled around him, taking on a tangible form of a white flame. What the students felt the fire could do to them, however, was suffered by Kazou a thousand times over as he stood in the middle of the inferno. The flames threatened to burn out every last vestige of Kazou's consciousness, and Kazou felt as though his body was being torn apart limb by limb whilst being scorched over a bonfire as more of the white aura flooded out from his chest.

And then the pain began to subside, slowly at first, then at a rapid pace. The familiar sound of shattering glass sounded in Kazou's ears, and as he made a herculean effort to look behind him, he noticed that despite having thrust his sword into his chest, there was no sight of it coming out on the other side. Rather, what appeared to be fragments of broken glass were dispersing in the air and vanishing, and within moments of disappearing, the white flames around Kazou took on a life of their own.

The fire left Kazou's body and started to take the shape of a humanoid, delicately forming the body of Kazou's Persona. Each flame took on a different tone of color as they formed different parts of the Persona's body, first his robe, then his pants. In less than two seconds upon leaving Kazou, the flames already resembled a human, and would have been identified as one too if not for the flickering edges which were quickly being smoothened out. With a final flare, the flames died out and gave way to Raigura, who turned to Kazou with a haughty look on his face.

"You called?"

Kazou wasn't in the best condition to answer however, the summoning procedure having taken a significant amount of energy both physically and mentally. He had already fallen to his knees, and was struggling to do the simple task of standing up. Clutching the handle of the katana that was still embedded in his chest with one hand, Kazou pointed at Harold with the fingers of his other.

"That guy...his Persona has the ability to control these students somehow," Kazou spoke through ragged breathing, his body trembling slightly from the effort of talking. "We need to find a way...to get rid of his Persona."

Raigura turned to look at Harold with a look of contempt, then turned to face the students who had surrounded both him and Kazou. Observing the glazed look in the students' eyes and the amount of voices which was coming from their mouths as they closed in, Raigura easily deducted what was happening. His fingers closed around the shining white handle of Sanzura as he spoke with a grin on his face, "This stagnant air, and this foul presence...the sure sign of demons. And not just one of them, I see. A holy blade shall be fit to cut a swath through the lot of you."

"Raigura, wait! Tch-" Kazou attempted to move forward, but his body convulsed and he fell to the floor, narrowly missing having the entire katana fully entering his body. Lifting his head up, Kazou coughed and finished what he wanted to say with a pained expression, "Don't hurt those guys. It's not their fault."

"Playing the hero now, are we?" Raigura didn't seem to pay any heed to Kazou's words he pulled the sword out from its scabbard with a dramatic sweeping motion, cleanly cutting through the bodies of the students who were too close. Rather than being sliced into chunks from the attack though, the students who were hit flew backwards violently, crashing into their companions and causing a domino effect. "Well, that gives us enough breathing space."

Kazou glanced at the students who had been hit by Sanzura out of the corner of his eye; they were groaning in pain, but their voices seemed to have returned to normal. The realization that Raigura had been listening to him the whole time dawned upon Kazou. "You just..."

"Cutting through the links of the mind is but child's play for someone who had spent the last millennium honing his sword techniques in the realm of demons and angels," Raigura yawned and sheathed Sanzura back into its scabbard on his back. He gave a condescending look at Harold, who was already more than halfway through the classroom. "What were you saying before...about that guy being a coward? Seems you were right. Give me the go-ahead, if you would be so kind."

"Tch," Kazou had managed to get up by leaning against the teacher's desk for support. He didn't want to harm anyone innocent, but Harold was nowhere near the meaning of the word. The images of Harold using the students as though they were his personal slaves flashed before his eyes again, and with a burning fury in his voice, Kazou sealed his opponent's fate. "Cut him down."

"With pleasure," Raigura smiled a knowing smile and stepped twice towards the direction Harold was running in, vanishing abruptly only to reappear before a panicking Harold with a vengeful look in his eyes.

Harold took one look at Raigura and let out a girlish scream, backing off from the swordsman and throwing nearby chairs at him. The items were all cut in two before they went within three feet of the Persona however, and the latter did not even appear to have moved his arm or weapon at all to perform the feat. With every step Harold took backwards, Raigura took two forward, and soon enough the former found himself out of space to run. Crazed and desperate, Harold screamed the name of his Persona out in a last ditch effort. "LEGION!"

In response to Harold's cry, a black mass began leaving the body of the students and formed a black lump blocking off Raigura from his target. It swelled in size quickly, and Kazou noted with a grimace that there were a whole bunch of pained and tortured faces emerging from the mass. Raigura didn't seem in the least worried about the spectacle happening before him however, and stepped forward once more. Harold screamed out another order, "Stop him!"

A dark brown tendril extended from the mass and flew towards Raigura, whose hand was once again on the handle of Sanzura. A small twitch, a seemingly tiny movement from the swordsman, and the tendril fell severed from its source. The Persona known as Legion screamed in agony and opened its multiple mouths, spewing forth a black haze that threatened to engulf Raigura.

The swordsman was already one step ahead of his opponent however, and completely avoided the attack with one graceful sidestep. With the same vengeful expression he held a minute ago, Raigura closed in the remaining distance between him and Harold. The air around the two blurred and contorted as though there was an invisible flame burning between them for a second, and Harold opened his mouth to let out another fearful scream. The sound never left his throat however, and the last thing Harold felt was the sensation of hot liquid gushing forth from his torso before his vision blacked out on him forever.


"So...it's over," The student standing outside the classroom muttered to herself as she witnessed the final blow being struck to the user of the demonic Persona. The battle had not been looking good for the one wielding the katana until he used it to summon his Persona. It was an odd method of summoning, but if the student was surprised, her face didn't show it. Raising her hand to her mouth once again, the student spoke into the device, "I was right; neither of them had the 'Wild Card' ability."

"I see," The heavy voice responded to her, then remained silent for a moment before continuing, "However, the one that was victorious...he is quite intriguing."

"Agreed. I have never seen such a...unique...method of summoning. And that Persona of his appears to be quite a powerful one," The student ran her free hand through her hair, causing a few strands to fall around her face. "Your orders, Metatron?"

"Keep a tag on him," The device buzzed and went silent, signaling the end of the conversation.

The student nodded to herself and dropped her hand, leaning against the window panels of the classroom and looking in. The device on her hand beeped a few seconds after she did so though, and the student frowned in disappointment. She had wanted to stay for a while longer to observe the aftermath of the battle. "Another battle, hmm? Well, it is my duty, I guess."

The student stepped away from the window, turning in the opposite direction and heading into the stairs that would bring her to the lower floor. Before she vanished completely down the stairs however, the student turned and took one last glance at Kazou, who had by now managed to stand up on his feet completely. "Kazou Okumura...to have made Metatron notice you even though you're not the one he's searching for...you must be quite a fascinating individual. I look forward to seeing more from you."


"Damn sword," Kazou gritted his teeth as he exerted his remaining strength on the handle of the blade that was inside his chest. It would have been an easy task, was he not so drained of energy. With a final tug, Kazou managed to dislodge the katana completely and pulled it out from his chest, an odd feeling tickling his insides as the blade slid out. He half expected Raigura to vanish when the blade was removed, but the Persona remained where he was, the sole person standing around a field of students who had fallen to the floor in an unconscious heap.

Legion was quite literally melting into the ground where it floated, the tortured faces dropping off one by one into a pool as black as night underneath it. Harold's dismembered body lay in two separate places to the left and right of his Persona, and Kazou cringed a little upon looking at the expression on Harold's still face. Then his eyes shifted to the bottom half of the dead user, blood still dripping out of the gaping hole, and Kazou suddenly found himself doubling over and dry retching.

Raigura walked over to Kazou, seemingly not at all concerned about the state his user was in. Grabbing a chair on his way, Raigura sat down on it and crossed his legs as he raised an eyebrow at Kazou. "So...nice figuring out what the weapon was for."

"Fuck you," Kazou managed to compose himself long enough to insult Raigura, then doubled over once more. After another few seconds, he staggered over to the teacher's desk and replaced the silver katana into its scabbard, then turned to face his Persona. "You could have at least told me that that was what the sword was meant for, instead of having me swing it around like an idiot and finding out myself moments before my impending death."

"Well, color me surprised. I didn't know you liked being spoon-fed," Raigura had enough sarcasm in his words to fill a bucket. He smiled imperiously at Kazou as he continued, "Besides, where's the excitement if I told you everything right from the start? Discover things by yourself, then you'll have three times the satisfaction than if everything was given to you from the beginning."

Kazou opened his mouth to retaliate, but a bell rang and signaled the end of class before he could speak. Miss Yui stood up from her desk and smiled at Kazou before she started to move out of the classroom. Kazou was about to let her do anything but that, however. Stopping her by tapping on her shoulders, he started to chastise her openly, "And you, what the hell was that all about? These are your students, for fuck's sake! Don't you at least care about them, even a little bit?"

"There are some things that I can't really interfere with, and this is one of them. Those guys are always watching, after all," Miss Yui's smile dropped for a moment as she looked from the entrance of the classroom back to Kazou. "Congratulations on your win."

Kazou watched her leave with disbelief, and as she left the classroom, another figure stepped in. It was another student, and the first impression Kazou got about the newcomer was that he was a queer, if the purplish-pink streaks in his hair was anything to go by. The student's hair was also combed down all the way such that his fringe completely blocked off one side of his face, and gave him an overall gloomy aura.

Catching sight of the white feather on the collar of the student's uniform, Kazou realized that the student was also another one of the councilors. The student shuffled up to the body of Harold, then looked at Kazou with a knowing eye. The student turned back to the corpse as he repeated what Miss Yui had said before she left, "Congratulations on your win."

Kazou was about to inquire more about the current situation in the school with the student before him, but as though the latter had read his mind, the councilor spoke first, "I'd tell you not to ask too much. You already know the situation, don't you? You can't change the fate of the students in this school, so don't even bother. Just do what you're supposed to do obediently."

"How do you expect me to do that after-"

"You're free to leave for today," The student cut him off as he started to get his hands dirty with Harold's remains, picking up the scattered organs around the classroom. "Or you can stay here and finish up with any business you may have remaining. Just remember that you're not allowed to engage anyone else for today."

"Tch, screw you guys. I'm outta here," Kazou looked around the classroom, his classmates all still lying on the floor unconscious. He silently apologized to them for the trauma they had been put through, although if what the letter had stated was correct, then they would have no recollection about this event ever happening. If that was the case, his apology would have been wasted, but Kazou didn't care either way. He felt partially responsible for what happened to them, since it was his Persona that had sent them sprawling onto the floor. Turning to Raigura who was still seated on the chair he had taken, Kazou asked, "Are you coming?"

"Obviously," Raigura spoke without looking at Kazou, his attention more focused on the student councilor. Even as he started to fade out, Raigura's eyes never left the councilor, and Kazou waited until the Persona had fully vanished before grabbing his bag and stepping out of the classroom.

"Give my regards to the gatekeeper," The councilor called from inside the classroom. Kazou simply ignored him and proceeded on his way down the stairs.


It didn't take Kazou long to reach the ground floor with the speed at which he was walking, a combination of disgust and anger fueling his energy. His arms and legs had multiple bruises on them as a result of the battle, but perhaps due to his rage, Kazou didn't feel the pain that was supposed to come together with the injuries.

As Kazou passed by the area where the school lockers were located, he stopped, having remembered another detail written in the email. Scanning the lockers quickly, Kazou located his name in less than a minute, and opened it with the key he had received on his first day of school. Sure enough, placed inside the locker were multiple notes of varying denominations. Deciding that the school owed him as much for the medical fees he was going to get with his injuries, Kazou snatched the money forcefully out and slammed his locker shut.

A sniffle behind him caused Kazou to turn around with a yelp, and he found himself looking into the green eyes of a pale looking female student. Almost naturally, Kazou's eyes fell to her collar, and as he suspected there was a white feather cleanly embossed on it. If Kazou had to describe the student's appearance, he would have said that she was beautiful, but there was an unearthly air around her as she stared inquisitively at him before opening her mouth to speak. "I wonder why you still took it if you think so badly about us. I will never understand you mortals."

"Yeah, well, you guys owe me as much. I probably won't even be here tomorrow, what with these wounds on me," Kazou sniffed and started towards the exit of the school, only to find himself slipping and hitting the cement floor hard. Groaning as he picked himself up, Kazou found himself sitting in a pool of scattered poker cards that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Looking back at the girl, Kazou saw a male student sitting atop the gray lockers, tossing a pack of poker cards up and down in his hands.

The student's blonde hair was cut short and styled neatly, although two locks of hair extended downwards from his sideburns. His eyes were a bright purple, and there was an odd glint of playfulness and glee in them as they looked at Kazou. His sharp nose and high ears gave him an almost elfish appearance, and the student cocked his head to one side as he stuck his tongue out at Kazou. "Watch where you're stepping, idiot. Don't want to get into an unfortunate accident now, do we?"

"Enough, Loki," The girl beside the male student sighed and turned away from Kazou. "He has already used up his chance for battling for today."

"I told you not to call me that. It'll risk letting my opponents know who my Persona is," The student which the girl had addressed as 'Loki' jumped off the lockers and strutted up to Kazou, putting the two at eye level. "Ah well, guess it doesn't matter. I'll get you tomorrow anyway. Or the week after. So don't think you can go around harassing my little sweetie here until then, you hear?"

"Look Loki, unless you defeat everyone else, you're not going to have a chance to get anywhere near me aside from school. So I'm telling you right now, give it up," The girl frowned at 'Loki', then jumped a little as a beeping sounded from her wrist. "Well, no time to slack around. See you tomorrow."

The girl turned and disappeared around the corner, and the student known as 'Loki' started to follow. Before he turned the corner after the girl however, the student looked back at Kazou and spoke, "I just noticed she never told you my name. It's Reikio. Reikio Kanzaki. And that girl you saw just now is my girlfriend. Or at least, she will be soon enough. So don't you even think about trying to get all friendly with her, unless you want to see a pack of cards thrown in your face. Ha, that will be a sight. See you around...not."

Reikio tossed a card straight at Kazou's eyes, causing the latter to blink instinctively. By the time Kazou reopened his eyes, Reikio was nowhere to be seen. The card that had been thrown had somehow found its way into his palm instead of his face, and Kazou turned it around in his hand as he examined it.

It was the joker of a poker card deck, but rather than that of a normal jester, the picture was one of a demon whose left and right wings seemed to be misaligned, one of them going up while the other went in the opposite direction. The 'Joker' word on the card was also replaced by the word 'Trickster', and Kazou found the word fitting the picture perfectly.

Grunting, Kazou stuffed the card into his bag and continued on his way, passing by the lone student councilor still standing guard at the gate as he moved. The councilor didn't seem to be very surprised to see him going home early, and merely acknowledged him leaving with a nod.

Finally free from the school, Kazou took in a deep breath of the fresh air, then turned backwards and looked at the school for one final time before he left for the day. He frowned as he saw what appeared to be sparks flying out of the windows of a classroom. The school now looked far more sinister compared to the impression it had given him yesterday. Rather than a place of learning, it had earned its place permanently as an arena of death in Kazou's books.

Now he knew the reason that the school was located in a desolated place; it was to prevent people from asking questions about what was truly going on. Even if people did turn up to question the school, Kazou had no doubt that the councilors would have their own methods for handling them.

"Probably something like removal of their existence," Kazou shook his head as he recalled what was written in the email. Having had enough about Personas for one day, Kazou started to make his way towards the train station, never being able to view the school he had enrolled into in the same light ever again. "Purgatory High indeed. What a fitting name for such a school."


Author's Notes: Yeah so...hope you enjoyed reading it. Not sure if I should continue, but whatever. I set everything up so I can easily continue if I wanted anyway. Before you ask, yes I totally made up Kazou's Persona. After all, a fanfiction doesn't mean you have to use everything given in the game. The concept itself is good enough, ze? Review or something if you guys want.