Persona 5: Yuki's Version

Persona 5 Yuki's Version: Prologue

November 20th 2016

A dimly lit, musty interrogation room, filled only by a well put together prosecutor and a disheveled teenage suspect is currently a place where fate itself will be decided.

The prosecutor, Sae Niijima had been searching for a suspect for months now, and had a hard time believing the person in front of her could be the one who caused so much chaos around the country.

Noticing the boys lack of reaction to her, she decided to scan the room before confronting her suspect, noticing water stains on the floor, cuffs connecting him to his chair, and discarded empty syringes strewn about.

In an attempt to gain sympathy she extended an olive branch to the suspect.

"Those bastards. It seems you've been through a lot. Almost anything can happen in here... and I can't stop them. That's why I need you to answer me honestly. What was your objective? Why did you cause such a major incident? I didn't think it was a prank from the get-go, but I've never been able to assemble a case for prosecution. It's because I couldn't figure out the methods behind it."

Finally acknowledging her presence the boy looked up at her in a daze, with his head in his hands, pulling at strands of hair, but didn't offer up an answer.

"It seems you're cognizant at least. I need to know the truth, tell me your account of everything, from the very beginning." The prosecutor plead, leaning forward over the table. Hearing this prompted the suspect to fall deeper into thought, still not verbalizing, but attempting to recall the events that lead to this moment.

It should have been an easy task to recall the past year, but after his capture he was subject to abuse, torture, and drugging. The boy was hardly able to sit up straight, never mind recalling such a confusing series of events.

As he began to despair, the world around him seemed to fade away, leaving naught but empty space and the table he'd been sat at. In this moment rather than fearing for himself, the boy felt a serenity he didn't often know. He leaned his head back to breathe a sigh of relief when his eyes landed upon a vibrant ethereal blue butterfly, somehow in his interrogation room, unnoticed by any but him.

As the butterfly flew about listlessly, the boy heard a voice, not from the prosecutor, and not from the butterfly, but from somewhere within himself. Again, rather than striking fear into him, it felt like a warm embrace.

"You are held captive. A prisoner of fate that has been sealed in advance. This is truly an unjust game... your chances of winning are almost none. But if my voice is reaching you, there may yet be a possibility open to you. I beg you, please overcome this game, overcome this unjust fate. The key to victory lies within your bonds, the truth that you and your friends had grasped. For the sake of the worlds future, as well as your own... you must remember."

The voice felt familiar somehow, yet at the same time completely unknowable. However in the circumstances there wasn't much of a choice to be made. The boy took the words he heard to heart and resolved to remember what happened to bring him here, to remember his friends and their bonds, and to save himself. He rose his voice for the first time since the prosecutor had entered.

"I'll tell you everything that happened." He said softly, in a flat affect, instantly grabbing the attention of the prosecutor.