Persona 3: Spring of Rebirth

Confused, Broken and Lost.

Flashes of light blinded the boy's eyes. The smell of gasoline forced its way into his nostrils. The taste of blood remained in his mouth. And the fire continued to burn at his skin as he was embraced by the darkness.

"Oh, my..."

The boy suddenly found himself inside a very peculiar room — if it could even be called that. At first it seemed like a fairly normal, small room covered in blue decorations, but then he realized it also seemed like a fairly large elevator. It was both, but, at the same time, neither. It looked as if the room was having issues deciding what it wanted to be, and was currently stuck between two options.

The boy tried to move, to take a better look at his surroundings, but found himself unable to do so. He tried again, but it was useless. After a few attempts, he finally realized that not only was he unable to move even an inch, but he couldn't feel anything. Not the tips of his fingers or toes, nor his lips, his limbs... It wasn't as if they were numb, though, they simply didn't exist. He had no body.

He tried recalling how he got inside that room, but he couldn't find a reasonable answer to the question in his mind. Instead, all he could remember where random flashes of memories. Not just flashes of his memories, — or at least what he believed to be his — however. He could recall random events from both his and another person's memories — how he knew they weren't his was something he could not explain; he just did. He didn't know why he had such memories nor why he could barely remember who he was. As his mind worked hard to try and piece together the fragments of information he had, he was interrupted by a voice.

"Welcome," a long nosed man, who he had not noticed before, stood in front of him, sitting behind a small, circular table covered in blue cloth, "to the Velvet Room."

The man's voice was calm, and somewhat high pitched. Definitely not what one would expect from someone with his looks; aside from the incredibly long nose, he had blood-shot eyes which stared deep into his soul. He had slightly pointy ears too, and wore a wide smile on his face.

Although initially taken aback by his appearance, the boy tried asking the man for answers, but as he had no mouth, he found himself unable to do so.

"My name is Igor," the man proceeded to say, the grin not leaving his face, "and I must confess I was not expecting you."

Seeing as he had the boy's undivided attention, Igor continued speaking, "This place exist between dream and reality... although I am unsure which of the two you entered this place from."

What do you mean you're unsure? the boy thought, confused.

"I mean exactly what I said," Igor said, surprising the boy. Had he read his mind? "No." Igor replied, confusing the boy, "You may not have noticed, but your thoughts are being echoed around this room. It is as if you are talking to me, despite that not being exactly the case."

Oh.

Igor chuckled at the boy's reaction, "It seems you must move on now... I am disappointed to have our time cut short so early, but we will meet again soon, I assure you. Until then, farewell."

Move on—?! the boy asked, when he suddenly felt as if thousands of invisible hands had grabbed every part of his currently nonexistent body. He felt himself get pulled towards the room's door, and everything went black once again.

When he was finally able to open his eyes again, — and, oh, was he glad to have those again — he felt himself seated. He immediately felt something was wrong, and looked around, seeing he was inside what seemed to be a monorail.

"...attention all passengers, our next stop is Iwatodai. Repeating, next stop is Iwatodai."

The boy almost jumped in surprise at the voice coming from the speakers. "Next stop, huh..." he muttered to himself. His eyes widened for a moment in surprise. Something sounded off about how his voice, but due to his memories still being very few and vague, he could not quite figure out why. He shrugged it off as his mind playing tricks on him, and tried standing up, only to fall back on his seat. Confusion was clear on his face as he noticed his weight and shape were far different from what he was used to — he could tell despite the confusion in his memories. This time he was sure something was wrong. He could feel it. He turned his head slowly and looked at his reflection in the window. His eyes widened, and if it wasn't for the monorail still having passengers besides himself, he would most likely have screamed in shock.