Persona: Town Drenched In Terror

Chapter 2: The Velvet Room

You awakened from your restless sleep. You were still stressed out by what had happened yesterday... your persona... that demon... and that weird phenomenon it had warned you about as well your "pact". You sat up in the comfy bed and scanned the bedroom you were staying in at your aunt's house. Your things were setting by the door because you hadn't properly unpacked. You still had the card Baphomet had given you sitting on your dresser, you actually tried to throw away the card but it seemed to just return to you, if it weren't for that card you'd believe that the events of yesterday were some false memory planted from the stress of the train ride.

 As you looked to the side of the room you noticed the Baphomet's card... glowing? Before you could process it the depiction of Baphomet almost seemed to leap out of the card and into the room, now full sized. It seemed frantic, looking around nervously and not really caring that you weren't decent. 

"Ok I don't know when someone could walk in this room so I'm just gonna spit this out and scram." 

You tried to form a sentence but it kept going. 

"Ok, ok, number 1: I think what I said was yesterday true," sounding like it had about as much faith in it as you did, "There's this abandoned building and people have been spreading rumors about drug deals and murders and stuff like that happening there and that could lead to the effect I was talking about, I've even seen a few demons hanging around there, they're sort of on my level but I'd still worry about it."  

You don't remember seeing an abandoned build so it must have been on another part of town, "Number 2: I'm not 100% on this but I think there might be persona users besides you in this town," you hadn't fully grasped the concept of demons and personas but you knew this was serious business, the demon kept talking, "I'll give you more details later but... be careful...  persona-users often have a big ambition or goal," it's horizontal pupiled eyes flashed with seriousness, "They'll probably try to either kill you, or get you on their side." 

Without another word the demon slipped back into the card. 

What Baphomet said lingered in your mind for a spell... until you looked a few inches away from the card and read the clock. "7:30 PM" it read. You needed to get ready for school today and would probably need the extra time to find your way there, at least today, so you got out of bed and started changing into your school clothes. As you made your way to the door of the house Aunt Grace stopped you. 

"Going to school already?" she had a point, you didn't actually know when school started so you asked her, "Oh, Dear, it's Friday it doesn't start for another hour." 

Ah so it starts at 8:30 AM on Fridays, noted. 

"I could probably use the extra time to memorized a bit of the town," you said, "That's a good idea, but here take this with you, you must not have eaten since you got in town!" she gave you sandwich with eggs and mayonnaise. You stepped out of the door and the scene you saw through the threshold shattered as if it were just a painting on glass, hit by a baseball bat. 

You fell on a tile floor, groaning in pain. A high pitched yet sophisticated voice seemed to speak to someone other than you, "Oh dear, it seems that we should have given them a warning, Victor," a manly yet familiar voice, apparently named Victor, responded back, "I was gonna... but do you think they would've believed me, Master?" 

Victor's "master" seemed to agree, "I suppose you are right. Oh, they seem to be getting up!" 

You stood up despite your aching body, what you saw made you feel detached from reality. It was sort of like a hospital waiting room, but everything was... blue, along with a white, haired man in a doctor's outfit and yellow eyes. At the desk there was also a hunched over man in a suit with a long nose, although you didn't dare mention it to him. Now that everyone was silent you realized there was some sort of opera singer and a piano playing as well.