Author Note: Hello everyone, Albion here. Thank you for taking interest in my first ever attempt at writing Fanfiction. I just want to point out that English is not my native language but I will do my best to find any and all spelling and grammar mistakes before posting a chapter :) If you do find any please do not hesitate to message them so I can improve. With that out of the way I hope you enjoy.

I have rated this story as T for now. If needed I will change it in the future.

Disclaimer: I do not own Persona, sadly..

Italic: Thoughts

''Talking''

Chapter 1: Premonitions

Railroad leading to Yaso-Inaba.
11th of April, 2011

People, they are disgusting are they not?
All of them life their lives in blissful ignorance. Choosing the path of least resistance and hoping to achieve something..
Hurting others in the process...
Why would I be any different?
True power is required to both maintain yourself and those around you for that I guess I'm happy that people have called me a leader for as long as I can remember. At a certain point I just guessed they were right and went with it even though the truth is that I...

A small thump sound of something hitting the ground interrupted my chain of thoughts. I looked to my right into the hallway of the old time train I was currently sitting in. Even before I got the chance to notice that which had fallen, the person in the opposite side of the train had already picked it up and was looking at the small stack of papers.

The boy had an above average posture, not specifically slim or fat. He was wearing a pair of jeans, a black shirt and a grey jacket. The jacket stood out the most as it was the same colour as both his hair and, what I was about to see, his piercing eyes.

I almost had the feeling of backing of a little bit when his eyes met mine, I say almost because I had no intention to actually do it. As the silver grey eyed guy started to speak to me.

"You seem to have travelled quite a bit to get here". He stated while handing the papers into my direction.

"Do you usually read whatever you pick up from the ground?" I asked while taking back my travel papers.

The guy smiled slightly before responding. "I just unintentionally peeked a bit while picking it up, although I am curious to what kind of other documents are in there after such a reaction."

Even before I could react, he continued.

"So you've come all the way from Europe?"

"Scandinavia to be more precise" I replied while giving a small nod. "Judging from both your reaction and appearance I assume you're from Japan yourself."

The guy gave a quick nod before stretching his hand out to me. "The names Yu, Yu Narukami."

I raised my right eyebrow while looking at his hand before answering the gesture with my own hand.

"Marcus Mathison"

At that moment I did not expect that this handshake would change my life forever.

Just a few seconds after our handshake the train entered a tunnel, covering the inside of the train in pitch black darkness.

Suddenly my vision flashed, I saw faint images. But they were hard make out.

I could make out an old man with a nose you could only get in a certain Disney story after lying to much, and a women in a deep blue outfit with long white-blond hair.

The images flashed again. I saw a multitude of yellow road signs and a group of people standing in front of me, looking at me in horror and some even crying..

And then the images stopped as the train left the tunnel again.

My eyes needed a few seconds to readjust to the light coming from the window. As my vision became clear again I could see myself in the reflection of the window.

With my 1.85 meter length at 17 years old I was just above normal in Scandinavian eyes. But for the local Japanese people I was apparently quite tall. I could see sweat pouring down from my forehead. Slowing making itself from my mid long blonde hair past my green eyes to the point of my chin. While rubbing the sweat from my forehead away with my arm I also noticed that my breathing had turned heavy.

I vividly remember parts of the flashes I just saw as I turned my head from facing the window of the train to the other side of the wagon where Narukami seemed to have fallen asleep. Leaning his head against the glass.

After checking my watch for the time I concluded that it would still take at least another one and a half hour before the train would reach Inaba. I pulled out my iPod from my backpack and looked for a song to listen to. As the music started playing I slowly, unknowingly, followed in Narukami's example and drifted asleep, the song fading out more and more.

SONG /

Fear Not this Night.

Fear not this night, you will not grow astray.
Though shadows fall, still the stars find their way.
Waken from a quiet sleep, hear the whispering of the wind.
Waken as the silence grows, in a solitude of the night.

Darkness spreads through all the land and your weary eyes open silently.
Sunsets have forsaken all, the most far off horizons.

Nightmares come when shadows grow...

"Our next stop will be Yaso-Inaba, Yaso-Inaba" the female voice repeated through the train's intercom.

"Please make sure to take all your personal belongings with you and we thank you for choosing our rail company, have a pleasant day." The voice continued.

I slowly opened my eyes as the intercom of the train turned off. Quickly gathering my luggage from below and above my seat I noticed that Narukami had already picked all his things up and left his compartment.

As I made my way to the exit of the wagon the train slowly grinded to a halt. The doors opened allowing me to step out into Inaba station and the late afternoon sun.

Arriving at the entrance to the station I noticed a car driving off, but apart from that it was quite empty. Putting down my bags and grabbing my phone I scrolled through the net until I found what I was looking for.

Taxi service Inaba.

About 20 minutes later the cab arrived and drove me to my new home for at least the coming year, an apartment in a complex close to the centre of town. As I was informed by mail someone would be there to show me around and to hand me a key.

It turned out the owner of the building was ill so he asked one of the neighbours to help me settle in.

Entering the main hallway of the building he had apparently been waiting for me, the man was rather thin and tall and looked to be in his late 20's. He got up from the one chair in the hallway and walked towards me.

"So your finally here, I was wondering if you'd not show up." the man said.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." I apologised. "It took forever for a cab to arrive at the station to take me here".

"Better get used to that" he replied "that's what you get when you're stuck out here in the boonies of nowhere land".

I frowned at his comment, he does have a point though I thought. Chills went through my spine as I reminding how I got stuck here of all places.

My father is a "high ranking" politician, with all the benefits and perks of being so. But every coin has a flip side. Because most politicians are under a lot of pressure and media attention he decided that it would be good for me to leave the country for a year to, in his words, get the media off my back. The reality though is that he just doesn't want to or has the time to actively raise me. Which brings me to here and now. Apparently he had been on a vacation to Inaba at some point in his life, staying at a place called the "Amagi Inn". With these good memories and experiences of this place he decided that this is where I should stay for the year.

"So I guess you"l be my new next door neighbour-kid" the man continued. "I'm Tohru Adachi, and that must make you Marcus Mathison".

I eyed the man once more while nodding. He appeared to be wearing a black suit with a white long-sleeved shirt and crooked red tie to round it out. Is he some kind of businessman or something. Although the look on his face and his unkempt hair wouldn't suggest that.

As we arrived at the front door to my apartment Adachi's cellphone went off. Handing me the key to enter while picking it up.

Adachi remained in the hallway mostly listening to the apparent caller, he barely responded and seemed to be annoyed by the call.

"That was a call from my work, I've got to come over right now." Adachi's expressions seemed a lot darker then they where a moment ago. "You should be fine from here on. Okay? Got to run, bye!"

And even before I got the chance to even ask something back or respond he had already run off. I turned back around, walked into my home and with a click closed the door behind me.