Disclaimer: I do not own PERSONA. It rightfully belongs to Atlus.


"The chains that break you, are the chains that make you. And the chains that make you, are the chains you break.

― Anthony Liccione


Loud yelling and banging came from the other side of the room where the raven haired girl sat. She was curled into a ball at the furthest corner, hugging herself tightly as she held thick black framed glasses with her fingers. She fidgeted her toes, rocking herself slightly as she tried to block the agonizing voices which shook the household.

"It's all your fault she acted like that! She took it from your side of the family." A man's voice – her father, boomed from the other side of the door, making the girl flinch slightly.

"My fault?! Are you hearing yourself right now? If you could only see how strained I am taking care of our child and her father – god knows where he is, is gone when I'm in need." A woman's shrilly voice followed. The girl's mother passed the blame to her neglectful husband, unaware of her own faults as well.

"I work day and night just to support this family. Do you think I have time?"

"I work day and night as well, it's not only you."

Both the adults continued to argue, passing the blame each time they had a chance. Akira sighed deeply as they continued to fight. She wanted to disappear. She wanted the earth to eat her up. She felt useless and afraid, no one to help and comfort her. Despite explaining to her parents what really happened, the two adults both turned a blind eye and shut their ears, believing the other party who was the one truly in fault of the situation.

"I'll sue you!" The man grunted; face red from alcohol and anger.

The scene kept replaying in her mind. How she defended a woman from being harassed from a drunken man but backlashed instead.

Akira vaguely remembered much that night. The woman and the man's face were blurry. Everything came in fast as adrenaline pumped through her as she tried to help. It was sudden, dashing forward and crying out to the assailant 'Stop!'. Fluid moments came after and she heard the police sirens. They cuffed her and took her to custody without question.

Few days passed and the court had sentenced her into probation, guilty for assault and terrorizing. It doesn't matter if she was a girl, the law is law and it punished her greatly. When her school got a hold of her criminal record, they immediately expelled her on the spot. Her friends, or at least she thought they were, avoided her immensely. The entire neighborhood shunned her away. People talked behind her back and the Kurusu family name was tainted.

She wasn't welcomed.

Akira had always obeyed. Was it the school, her parents, the law, she followed without word. If someone told her not to, she would listen. She was diligent – never rebelled. She acted rationally, listening to her parents, 'Don't involve yourself if you aren't involved' policy. But when she saw the woman being harassed, a newfound sense of justice overcame her and she rushed in to help.

"Do you regret it?"

She felt a metallic taste in her mouth and she realized she bit the side of her cheeks hard.

"Don't you think that it isn't fair?"

She grunted, feeling a little dizzy. She dropped her glasses and covered her face, wincing slightly as the dizziness washed her. The dizziness had been prominent now. It started last week but it became more frequent.

"Probably because I'm stressed." Akira concluded.

"We'll meet soon." The lightheadedness slowly faded and Akira sighed contently. She'll have to visit a doctor soon in case it gets worse.

Akira hadn't noticed but the yelling stopped. Loud footsteps thumped near her door and suddenly bolted open revealing a woman with a large scowl on her face.

"Pack your bags, you're going to Tokyo."


She marveled at the metropolitan city with beaming high buildings wired with colorful advertisements and busy streets full of beeping cars and shuffling fast phased crossroads. She held her phone tightly, afraid that it might slip and become lost from the bustling of the people.

"So this is Shibuya..." Akira mumbled, adjusting her glasses. The girl suddenly felt small compared to the large city.

Akira was not new to city life. Living in a suburban area near a city proved as a fact. Her school was located in the center of the city made her accustomed to walking in a particularly large and dense city, but to compare her hometown to Tokyo, especially to Shibuya area wasn't a fair fight. She hadn't seen a large portion of people walk in the same crossing without trouble. The idea was new to the raven haired girl. She did try to prepare herself when she came to Tokyo, but she couldn't help but be amaze.

She stopped walking and stood by the corner of the street in the Shibuya crossing with many people waiting for the traffic light to turn green.

"What? Are you for real?" The female student's giggled loudly, taking Akira's attention. "Mental shutdowns?"

"Hey, it's the truth!" The female student's friend pouted.

The red light beeped, signaling it's time running up.

"Seriously, you read too much occult stuff."

The red light shifted to yellow and finally to green and people walked pass Akira at a hurry. The raven haired girl blinked in surprise and followed the crowd.

Taking out her phone from her blazer pocket, she opened her GPS to search for Yongen-Jaya.

"You'll be staying at Sojiro Sakura's home." Her mother grunted while instructing the movers to carry Akira's luggage.

"Listen to what he says and don't do anything stupid." Her father warned.

Akira nodded quietly. Her eyes shifted down, upset of leaving the place she called home.

"What? What's wrong?" Her mother asked.

"I-I... don't want to leave home." Akira mumbled, eyes not daring to look at her mother's eyes.

"Don't be so selfish. You should be grateful a school accepted you considering your record." Her mother snapped taking a little emphasis on the word 'record'. "Honestly, I didn't raise you like this."

Akira felt guilty complaining. She nodded and apologized.

"Sogiro Sakura..." She whispered, eyes cast down, staring the map that lead to Yongen-Jaya.

She wondered who her new guardian was. She hoped he was nice since he agreed to let her live in his home for a year. But it could also mean he could take advantage of her considering her situation. She warned herself not to easily be naive and strengthened her guard.

An app suddenly popped in her screen, removing Akira's concentration. The application had an eye with a star on its pupil and plain red and black for its background. Akira found it slightly eerie and frowned. She stopped walking to focus on the strange application, tapping it repeatedly to see what it does.

"A virus?" She thought.

It grew larger, covering the map in the background. Akira panicked and repeatedly tapped the application again, trying to remove it from her phone. She tried dragging it away and swiping it but it it wouldn't budge.

"What's happening?" She tried fiddling her phone. Closing it and opening it again but the application was still there.

She eyed the traffic lights to see if she still had time, but to her surprise she noticed everyone seemed to turn into statues. Her eyes widened with confusion. She shifted her gaze around, observing the area around her. Everyone stood still like time had stopped. The birds levitated in the air like they were tied, people stopped walking, and commercials aired on the buildings were paused and no sound could be heard around the usual bustling street.

'Is this a prank?' Akira shook her head. 'No it's too elaborated.'

Flames burst across the street in a spectrum of blue. A female voice laughed gleefully as the monster sprouted, its wings stretching out widely covered with blue flames. Akira silently gasped as she saw the entity marveled around. She tried to move but her feet were stuck to the ground, gluing her to the spot. The figure opened it's mouth and eyes and graze at Akira across its location. Its mouth curved upward, smirking at the dazed girl.

"I am thou, thou art I." It spoke in an intoxicating voice.

Akira's eyes widened as an image of her grinning maniacally with eyes glowing haunting yellow. Her head suddenly felt heavy and her body became numb. She tumbled slightly unable to keep her balance. She supported her head with her hand, sweat trickling down her forehead. She gasped and shut her eyes tightly. Her heartbeat accelerated and she had trouble breathing. Multiple of questions crossed her mind, but seemingly so, she couldn't concentrate very well. She felt afraid, but at the same time relieved in a mysterious way. The monster looked frightening, yet she felt drawn to it unconsciously.

"We shall meet soon, trickster." It laughed boisterously, echoing inside Akira's mind.

She tried to call out for the monster but a wave of nausea swept into her.

"Urk." Akira wheezed, holding her ringing head with her hand.

"Uh, miss? Are you alright?" A man's worried voice filled her ears. Steady hands held Akira in place, preventing her to stumble again. She leaned graciously at the support.

Akira opened her eyes and slowly looked up. The street was bustling again, but few people stopped and stared at her. She blinked in astonishment. Wasn't it...? No never mind.

She glanced at her side and eyed the worried man supporting her – no he was the same age as her and guessed he attended a different school. She took note of his shaggy light brown hair, crimson eyes and his rather refreshing face.

It didn't take Akira long enough to realize that she was getting late to meet her new guardian. Her eyes widened and she gently pushed the handsome boy aside. Akira bowed deeply to the boy and rushed to the train station.

"Hey wait!" The boy called out but the crowded street enveloped the raven haired girl.

Looking at her phone for guidance, she noticed the creepy app still there so she dragged it down and deleted it.

She hopped inside the train leading to Yongen-Jaya and hurriedly took at seat near the exit. She was lucky enough to find an empty seat as it was currently rush hour and many people were filling in the cart at incredible rate. She took a glimpse at the clock of her phone.

5:41 p.m.

She sighed tiredly. She was supposed to be there at 3 but instead got a little lost.

Okay maybe too lost...

But that doesn't matter; it's better late than never right?

She groaned.


The way to Yongen-Jaya was, well, cramped. Akira never expected the train to be full in just a minute. It was a complete opposite of when she was living in the suburbs. She had to give up her seat to an elderly woman since all the seats were occupied.

"Yongen-Jaya. This is Yongen-Jaya."

The train's door opened and people rushed out of the train. Akira got inside the rushing people and was inevitably pushed outside through the door.

Taking a few trips here and there, she finally arrived at Yongen-Jaya. Albeit the sun was setting, she felt proud of going all her way here without guidance.

She decided to visit Sakura-san's house first, thinking he might be there considering the time. Her brows curled into uneasiness and she decided she was slightly lost. Turning around the area, she spotted an officer standing around the corner with a scowl planted on his face. Akira shifted uncomfortably, deciding to whether to ask him or not.

The officer noticed her uneasiness and his scowl lessened a bit. Taking a gulp and crossed her fingers, the curly haired girl went near the officer and decided to ask him about her guardian's house.

"...You see that apartment with the stairs over there? Take a right and to the furthest you'll see his house."

Akira thanked the officer. He grunted and tapped his cap.

Following his instructions, she took a right turn when she reached the apartment and saw a beat up house made of wood at the corner. Taking a close inspection of the name plate, she saw 'Sakura' engraved on the metal. She immediately concluded that this was his house. Though considering the sorry state his home, she felt sorry for the building and its treatment, but Akira had no right to complain since she was only freeloading and the man had agreed to take care of her.

She rang the doorbell a few times but no one came out to answer.

"Maybe he's out?" Akira murmured.

"Huh?" A man behind her let out a groan. Akira turned around and saw a delivery man scratching his neck. "Oh yeah, Sakura-san's usually at the cafe at this hour... Since his cafe is at the back alley, I should delivery the others first..." The delivery man mumbled between himself.

"The back alley, huh?"

Retracing her footsteps from before and going through a street she seen in the map from her GPS, Akira arrived at the entrance of a cafe.

It was... retro if Akira were to describe it, with an air of nostalgia and classic flowing with it. Leblanc hung on top of its flap with Curry and Coffee written above.

"Curry and ...coffee? Sounds good." She when she read the sign on top smiled.

She gently pushed the door and stepped inside. The soft tingling of the bells on top of the door announced her arrival. Akira was greeted with a homely scent of freshly brewed coffee and a slight tinged of spiciness mixed to it. She felt a bit hungry considering the hours she spent commuting and curry does sound like a good meal right now.

A middle aged man wearing an apron and pink shirt with slick black hair and a goatee sat on the chair near the counter while two middle aged couple chatted about a recent public transport malfunction being aired in the television hanging on top of the cafe.

"Let's see... vertical is... the name of a shellfish used for farming pearls..." The middle aged man mumbled as he was preoccupied answering a crossword from a magazine. He
adjusted his glasses that slid from his nose bridge and continued minding his business, not noticing Akira's presence.

Akira shifted awkwardly, unsure what to do. Sojiro finally noticed the female standing near the entrance and studied her for a minute.

"Oh right," He placed his crossword on the counter and stood up. "They did say that was today."

"Well, we'll be going now." The elderly couple stood up. "The payment's on the table."

"Thanks for coming."

"The place is at the back alley so there's no worries of a car crashing in here." The elderly man laughed.

Sojiro raised his brow. "A what now?"

"There's been a string of those rampage incidents, you know. I just hope that none happen around here." The old man continued.

"It's none of my concern." Sojiro shrugged nonchalantly.

"Haha, we'll see you next time." The old couple bid a goodbye and headed out to the entrance.

Once the elderly couple went out, Sojiro groaned and scratch the back of his neck. "... Four hours just for a single cup of joe."

He turned to Akira. "So you're Akira?" In truth Sojiro had expected a boy to turn up, instead he got a girl who looked like she was decent enough with her long black curly hair tied into a low pony, large frame glasses decorating her face and proper school uniform worn. It was hard to believe she had a criminal record, then again crime has no form.

The girl bowed politely. "Please take care of me."

Well she's polite that's a start.

"Uh huh." Sojiro nodded. "I'm Sojiro Sakura. You'll be in my custody for over the year." He smirked as he introduced himself. He let out a weary sigh. "I was wondering what kind of unruly kid would show up, but you're the one, huh?"

Akira nodded, unsure what to say.

"Honestly." He ran his hand through his slick black hair. "I wasn't expecting a girl to show up, but that doesn't matter does it? Anyways have you been told? A customer of mine and your parents know each other and–"

"I've been told." Akira interrupted, voice tinged with disinterest.

"I see." Sojiro was surprised by her interruption.

"Looks like this kid is more than it meets the eye. She's quite sassy despite her demure appearance." Sojiro frowned.

"Not that it matters, anyways – just follow me." He ushered the raven haired girl to follow.

He went to the back of the cafe, ushering the girl to follow him upstairs. The stairs were wooden and rickety as each step they made creaked. When they reached the top, Akira's brows formed a small knot as she saw the condition her new room was in. It was in disarray with dust floating and boxes scattered in a clutter of mess. Wait is that a plant? It looks pretty dead. She honestly didn't expect her new wrong to be so... dirty.

"This is your room. I'll at least give you sheets for your bed." Sojiro broke the silence. He turned towards Akira.

Akira nodded, understanding everything he said.

"You look like you wanna say something."

"It's cluttered." She spoke straightforwardly. She gasped and clamped her mouth shut. "Sorry."

Sojiro sighed. He scratched the back of his neck and shrugged. "Well, it's up to you to clean up the rest."

"I'll be leaving after I lock up each day," He continued. "You'll be alone at night, but don't do anything stupid. I don't care if you're a girl, I'll throw you out if you cause any trouble."

"I'll be sure to behave." She replied.

"That's good," Sojiro crossed his arms. "Now then I got the gist of your situation."

Akira hummed. "I see so they told you already. I suppose it was necessary..."

Sojiro nodded, brushing his goatee with his fingers. "You protected some woman from a man forcing himself on her, he got injured, then sued you. Right?"

"That's right." Akira nodded. She stared at the ground, guilty of what she did. She didn't defend herself anymore; no one would listen to her anyways.

Sojiro let out a sigh. As much as he wanted to lecture the girl harshly, he felt a pang of remorse for the girl. Probably because he had a weakness for women, another thing is that she was about the same age as Futaba. He wondered if the raven haired girl could be friends with her... No it would be too soon, but he did hope.

"That's what you get for sticking your nose in a matter between two adults." Akira flinched, eyes still cast down.

Sojiro continued albeit less harsh. "You did injure him, yeah?"

Akira nodded.

"...And now that you have a criminal record, you were expelled from your high school. The court ordered you to transfer and move out here, which your parents also approve."

Akira clenched her fist, nails digging to her palm, making red half moons on their wake.

Sojiro smirked. "In other words, they got rid of you for being a reckless punk."

She soften her clenching fist and sighed. "I know. It was stupid of me."

Sojiro shrugged, mouth forming a thin line. "It's best you not talk about anything unnecessary. I am running a restaurant business, you know. Behave yourself for a year. Nothing happens, your probation will be lifted."

"Probation?" Akira asked.

"Really now... It's the word that applies to you." Sojiro said. "Your sentence last until next spring, right? That's why you're gonna be here for the coming year."

"Cause any problems and you'll be sent straight into juvie," Sojiro continued. "So please behave yourself. I don't want any police barging in my cafe."

"I be in my best behavior, don't worry." Akira promised.

"Uh huh. Anyways, we'll be going to Shujin tomorrow."

"Shujin... My new school right?" Akira replied.

"Yeah. We'll introduce ourselves properly to the staff there. There's rarely a place that'll accept someone like you, you know." He sighed. "What a waste of my Sunday."

Sojiro turned around and glanced at the box behind him. "Your luggage' arrived earlier; I left them over there."

He left the girl behind, arm on his waist. Once he was gone, Akira let out a weary moan. She was tired from commuting all day, now she'll tire herself even more from cleaning? As much as she wanted to lay down on the bed and sleep, she didn't want to sleep in a dusty room.

"I'll be living here for a year. I'd better clean it up." She thought.

She decided to check her luggage first, opening to see if all her belongings were inside. All her daily necessities, clothes and items were in place, so she decided to change into casual wear. Removing her school uniform and changing into a white V-neck, a black button up and denim shorts. She started cleaning up her new room. Using a duster she found, she started dusting her room, opening her window to let dust fly out. Next she mopped her floor, scraping any dirt and residue aside and making it squeaky clean to her liking. She decided to store her belongings in one of the shelves near the entrance, carrying the heavy box and pushing it in place so that it wouldn't be on the way. Lastly, she focused on arranging her bed, straighten any creases that formed on her new bed sheet.

She yawned and realized that she consumed a lot of time cleaning.

She heard footsteps creaking from the stairs revealing Sojiro with a surprised but bemused expression. "What the heck? I heard you making all sorts of noise up here but I didn't think you were cleaning." He mumbled. He inspected the room from top to bottom, nodding to himself contently. "Actually, the place doesn't look too bad. Though it's only natural for a girl to keep her room tidy."

"Oh if he only knew how untidy I am... I can't even manage my hair straight." Akira forced a smiled.

"Why don't you go to bed for tonight? You don't have anything better to be doing, right? I'm going to close shop and get out here myself. "Sojiro said."I won't be the one looking after you if you get sick from staying up too late, you got that?"

Akira nodded without saying anything and Sojiro went on his way.

"Starting today, this is my room." A wave of melancholy washed over Akira, but she quickly pushed it away. "I have to remain positive. One year isn't that long. I guess…"

She decided to hit the hay and rest her tired body, changing to her sleepwear and removing the tie from her hair, letting lose her unruly, curly hair. Climbing unto her new bed and lifting the sheets on her body, she found it hard to sleep despite her previous drowsiness. She twisted and turn her body, mind overthinking the previous events that led to her being here.

The scene played with the drunken man falling on his own and growling to Akira.

"Damn brat. I'll sue!"

Next was Akira being dragged off by the police.

Her heart mellowed, thinking what could have happened if she had let them be and listened to her parent's warning. She could still be her hometown with her friends and her family. Her life would be quiet and peaceful. She would finish high school and study college in her hometown. Everyone would treat her kindly.

So was everything she did worth it?

"I…" She uttered.

She was unsure if she regretted it or not.

She closed her eyes, trying to remember every detail of what happened during that night.


[Kino: Akira-chan~! You in tomorrow? We're gonna go karaoke with some guys. It'll be fun~!]

Her phone beeped. She took her phone from her pants and smiled. She was doing an errand that day and was hurrying home because it was late.

[Akira: Sorry Kino, my parents won't let me. I'll make it up to you soon.]

Kino replied immediately.

[Kino: Aw, no fair. :/ You always back out. You're no fun! No. Funnnnn.]

[Akira: I'll make it up to you, I promise!]

[Kino: 'Kaaaay. You hafta buy me 3 crepes though. :P]

[Akira: What? Ugh, fine.]

[Kino: Aw yeah.]

She slipped it again inside her pocket and fastened her pace. Her parents would get even angrier if she arrived late, not that she is already late, but they would get furious if she took her time. She sighed.

"Just get in the car!" She heard a male voice scream.

"Stop it!" A woman's voice wailed this time.

"What's happening?" Akira frowned.

As she continued walking, she saw a man and a woman in the distance. The man was forcing her himself on her.

"How dare you cross me!"

"Stop it! Let me go!"

She ran closer, her heart palpitating from nervousness. A voice inside her screamed stop but her body continued to disobey.

"No…!"

"Don't give me that shit…"

"Ow! P-Please, stop…!"

She froze, unable to think what to do. Her hands sweated and trembled furiously, her feet felt like it could fall any minute. She tried to calm herself, thinking rationally on what to do. Voices of her parents' stern voice echoed inside her mind like church bells, shaking the interior of her head in sharp rings – telling her to move away and do nothing.

Nothing good will happen if you involve yourself into mindless things.

"What are you doing? You can't let this man do whatever he wants, can you?" Her head suddenly throbbed. She moaned, clenching her head as it pulsed grievously. "Follow your heart. You can't ignore this…"

"I have to save her." She gritted her teeth, her headache fading immediately.

She rushed to the man, yelling 'Stop!' as loud as she can. It caught both the attention of the man and the crying woman.

"…What do you want? This isn't a damn show, kid. Get outta my face!" He spat venom to Akira and continued forcing the woman.

She held her ground, feigning courage. Despite her confidence wavering, she still had an option. "I-I'll call the cops!"

"Heh, call them if you want! The police are my bitches. They're not gonna take you seriously." All the remaining confidence she had fell down the drain. She was only a high schooler, what else she can do? Tears burned at the side of her eyes, threatening to fall any moment.

"Please… Help!" The woman cried.

Police sirens wailed from the distance, surprising Akira and the man.

"Someone called the cops, huh?" He glared at Akira. The man turned to the woman, clearly more furious than before. "See? This is all because you're so damn slow! Get in the car!" He grabbed the woman on the arm and tried to drag her inside the car.


The memory left a bitter taste in Akira's mouth. She didn't know what happened to her and why she did such a reckless act. It was like some spirit of justice took over her body and controlled it. Despite recalling the actions that she did, she still wasn't sure if she did the right thing. A part of her said that it was right, but there was also a part that said it wasn't. Her mind conflicted into these thought until her phone rang and catching her attention. She grabbed it from her side and opened it. To her surprise, the creepy application she deleted earlier appeared again.

"It's that weird app again… I thought I deleted it…" She swiped it down the trash, deleting it again.

Akira yawned, sleep finally cooed her. Her eyelids started to get heavy, having a hard time keeping them open. She let them be and embraced her drowsiness.


Soft singing followed by an accompaniment of a piano filled her ears. It was a beautiful melody but also mournful. She groaned her consciousness rising.

Her eyes darted open as she gasping quickly. Her eyes traveled stared at the ceiling, then around the room. She was confused to where she was. She inspected the room. Blue velvet colored the walls and its surroundings which fascinated the raven haired girl. A lone toilet stood across her bed which she found odd. She noticed prison bars locking her inside and she frowned – why was she in a prison? She lifted her body, figuring to inspecting the room more, but was surprised when she saw shackles binding her hands. She inspected the metallic cuffs on her hands. She tried to pry it off, forcing her hand to slip from the bindings but sadly it didn't work. She shifted to sit on the side the bed, trying to recall what happened and why was she here. Did she do something bad? No that can't be…

Soft tapping echoed outside her cell shifted her attention. A small boy (boi) dressed in blue prison guard outfit and black shorts just above his knee paired white knee socks and brown shoes appeared in front of her. He had a smirk on his face, a blue hat with letters spelling "X-M-R-N" covering his short white fly-away hair which ended on each side of his head and bangs slightly falling on the left side of his face where his black eye patch covered his left yellow eye. Another boy appeared, donning the same outfit as the boy to his side, but this time he different letters on his hat, spelling "O-Y-O-O" which covered his short wavy white hair and bangs falling on the black patch which covered his right yellow eye. The new boy had no expression on his face whatsoever.

Akira smiled, noting how adorable the two boys were with their prison guard costumes. She stood up –trying to get closer to the prison bars to ask them, but was halted when her leg felt heavy. She glanced behind her and saw a metal ball chained to her left leg. She frowned but never the less continued to approach the boys. They turned around, showing a man wearing a black suit sitting on a desk in the middle of the prison room. Akira gasped in shock when she studied his face. He looked creepy, with his unnaturally long nose, receding hairline, weird looking elfish ears and bulging eyes. He smirked and extended his long gloved fingers to Akira.

"Trickster, Welcome to my Velvet Room."


A/N:

Wassup people. This is the first story I ever posted in the internet, HAHAHAHA. My English isn't very good so I apologize and I would appreciate it if you found an error and point it to me. :)

ANyWayS. As you can see I made Akira unsure of what she did. I altered her personality a bit and some people around her such as Sojiro because as stated in the game, he's nice to women, but that doesn't justify that he should treat her with care. He'll be a little strict but eventually warm down fast to Akira.

If you notice as well, I did alter the story and made it slightly different from the male Akira.

Don't worry, she'll have her time to shine, soon, but I gotta finish Persona 5 first, HAHAHA. I know the story, but I still want to play it and experience everything. (And romance some gurls. Looking at you Kawakami.)

I also did make Caroline and Justine males. I based it on Persona 3 Portable where Minako/Hamuko had a male attendant (though you can pick a female one too) assist her. So I decided to do it as well.

Hope you enjoy it! Reviews are appreciated.

Edit#1

Edited some grammars.