The whole house was asleep with the exception of a blue haired boy who was packing up his clothing into a blue travel bag along with fake identification papers and 1,000,000 yen. He zipped the bag quietly and deleted his internet history to throw off his tracks. He threw on a winter outfit along with a dark blue hat, and picked up the bag under one arm. He'd rather carry it than drag it around while making noise in the process.

The boy exited his room and made sure the lights were turned off. He tiptoed across the hallway before stopping in front of his little sister's room. The boy took a quick look at his watch, '9:57, I have a little bit more time.' He gently placed down the bag and opened the door slightly to see his sister asleep. He took off his hat, entered the room, and placed it on top of his sister's head before leaving the room, closing the door softly. He picked up his bag back up and walked down stairs.

He opened the front door and locked it on his way out. He then moved 3 houses across his before sprinting his way to the train station. After a long dash across the city, he made his way to the station. He bought a ticket and waited for the train to come. Unbeknownst to the boy, a blue butterfly took notice to him and fluttered to him. The butterfly landed on his head as the train showed up.

After getting onboard, the boy sat down on one of the available seats and fell asleep.
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The boy woke up without a memory of the dream. Gathering the train's new surroundings, he checked the time, '11:59, how long was I asleep? Looks like I'm almost at Port Island...Hard to believe it has been 10 years.' The train stopped and the boy stepped off the train. 'Why did the train stop right before midnight? Were there some technical difficulties along the way or something?'

The clock struck midnight as the sky turned green and blood began to form on the walls and street. Everyone began to turn into a coffin except for the boy who remained perfectly fine. He walked his way to the apartment complex he planned on staying at. After reaching what he assumed was the halfway point, he heard a man scream before a baseball bat slid to his right foot. The boy picked up the bat and turned to face the alleyway.

From there a walking corpse emerged from the shadows with an arm hanging off of its mouth.

"Ok, this is new…."

The boy swung the baseball bat at the lunging zombie and ran off as fast as he could, keeping his bat and bag in hand. After avoiding more zombies and demons, he finally reached his destination. He climbed up the stairs, found the room he's going to stay at, pulled out the keys, unlocked the door, and threw himself in before locking the door.

The boy regained his composure and caught his breath.

'I can't die just yet, not before I learn what happened that night...All that preparation would have gone to waste…'

He stood up and took a look at his new home. The place had a kitchen, a bathroom, and most importantly, a bed. The boy dressed in his sleepwear and layed down on it.

"Why hello," a voice called out.

The tired boy turned his head to see a younger looking boy with pale skin and bright blue eyes. The boy was holding a clipboard and a pen.

"Will you please sign this contract." the young boy asked while holding it out to the bluenette.

'I will accept the consequences of my actions' the older boy signed the paper without much thought.

'Minato Arisato'

Minato returned the contract to the boy who seemed satisfied.

The boy continued to speak, "Death comes for us all, you can only delay the inevitable…"

The boy disappeared into the darkness as the world returned to normal, leaving Minato alone in the apartment to wonder in his thoughts. Before he went to sleep he pulled out a journal from his bag and began to write in it.

Minato Arisato Log 1 [April 5th, 2009]

So I'm finally back in my birthplace, Port Island. I'll be writing these logs to record my findings to the truth of my parents deaths. I don't know what it was exactly, but this '25th Hour' must have something to do with it. I don't care if my Aunt and Uncle didn't want me to go here, I'm doing it anyways.

Sadly I no longer have the hat I've worn since I was 9. I kind of left it on my sister's head before I went here. Don't why she wanted to have it for all these years but I suppose she can have it now. She better wear that thing for at least a month, she's been begging for it ever since it landed on my head.

When I fell asleep on the train, I had a weird dream that I can't recall too well at the moment. I remember a guy in a mask and that's about it. The word Persona is also burned into my head for some reason, can't explain why.

Also, I've been experiencing the 25th Hour for ten years by now and I never saw a single zombie until this night. There was another guy who was able to roam around at this time but he uh...yeah…let's just say that I'm glad that this complex gave the key ahead of time instead of when I got there.

I have no idea what was up with that kid with that prison outfit. He wanted me to sign a contract for some reason. I also don't know what compelled me to write my name on it. I even wrote my actual surname after the fake one. That can't possibly end well.

(Author's note)

And so ends the first chapter of this story, hopefully I'll actually finish this one. Before you ask, yes, this story takes elements from earlier Persona games as the mainline series. And No, I don't care if the criticism is negative. If it can help me improve, I'll take it.

Thank you for reading this chapter, and I'll see you later.