The Mask Shatters

Prologue

"Heheh, and so here we are. Let us form a contract…"


Fate is a cruel mistress.

She can be damning.

She can be unforgivable.

And at times, she can be a shrewd executioner.

Many lives are held in her grip at any given moment in time.

But if her grip loosens, and a life plummets, it ends.

Whether it be by circumstance, karma, or sheer taste…

No one will be spared by Fate.

But at times, there are those whose destiny can be changed.

Whose fate can be stemmed from its inevitable fall.

These individuals, I refer to as Tricksters.

The individuals with the power to rise up against their fate and take it into their own hands.

To change their own destiny.

To fail ruin in its infancy.

To wield a power beyond the comprehension of the masses, and use it to change fate for the better.

These individuals I, myself, am destined to aid.

To see their growth in person.

To watch their rebellion sprout.

To witness their brave stand against Fate herself.

But at times…

Certain individuals of the public catch my attention.

For one reason or another…

Their predicament - their fate - becomes a concern to even myself.

I can feel pity.

But at the same time…

I know when an individual, completely unrelated to those I train, can thwart the destiny Fate has in store for them.

With a little guidance…

And with a little patience…

They could become an excellent thief…

A promising rebel…

And most importantly…

An extraordinary wielder of the power that is called Persona.