Persona 5: Yuki's Version

King of The Castle

Monday, April 11th, 2016

After crossing the drawbridge towards the out of place castle they'd found in the middle of Tokyo, Makoto and the punk entered through the front. A sign was hanging outside that read "Shujin" so it must have some relation to their school. Upon entering they were met with a grand entrance, marble pillars, stained glass windows, massive golden chandeliers, very expensive decorative taste. 

"Where are we?" Makoto asked the punk, Hoping he'd have some answers for the baffling situation that had befallen the two.

 "This SHOULD be the school. I think." Pulling out his phone to double check.

"out of service? Where the hell'd we end up? You saw the Shujin sign outside too, right?!" 

As if prompted by the sudden commotion in the entryway, a figure began to approach the pair, hunched over yet still towering tall over them both. As the figure got closer they started to make out more and more of its features, he, she, they, or it was carrying a large shield, big enough to cover the entirety of their body. Behind the shield was a full suit of steel plate armour, capped off with a bright blue mask covering the face, alongside the shield was a sword large enough to stand taller than Makoto by almost a foot.

"Geez. You freaked me out. You a student? Is that armour real? Impressive costume!" The punk said with a hopeful optimism, causing a confused look to come from Makoto.

 Could this really be a student? They were so tall, and there's no way they'd be allowed to have a weapon at school, right?

"C'mon, don't just stand there, say somethin'. Hello?" 

The figure offered no response, not verbally, not facially, and not through body language. It stood still, looking down on the punk, as another figure approached from behind it, identical in shape and size. 

"What is this?" Makoto asked with shaky breath. 

"Dude, I don't know! This shit's real. We gotta run!"

 "Run where?" Makoto took a look around, seeing only the wide open space of the entry hall, the doors outside were quite a distance away, and any other direction would just take them deeper into the castle. 

"Anywhere man! Go!" As soon as the two tried to take off to the doors, they were cornered by two more towering suits of armour, identical to the first two. 

Before they had time to think of an alternate plan, the suit approached closer, bashing the two of them with the shields they were all equipped with, knocking them both unconscious. The last thing Makoto heard before everything went black was a masculine voice, ordering them to be taken away.

Waking up, Makoto was sore, his head was piercing from the blow he'd taken earlier. This was definitely real. How long had he been unconscious? Where was he? His vision was still hazy in his moments regaining consciousness.

"Hey. Hey! Wake up, man!"

Those words were the first thing that were clear to him in this dazed state, he sat himself up, finding himself in what looked like a bed, but had no right to be called as such. He'd been laid out on a few pieces of wood covered by burlap sheeting. As he sat up, he could barely hold the weight of his headache, his head falling into his hands and between his knees the moment he was upright. He took a few moments to collect himself before finally checking his surroundings. It seemed nothing had been confiscated from him, his treasured mp3 player still dangling from his neck. Once he'd taken stock of his own possessions he turned his attention outwards, lifting his head and finding nothing but decrepit brick walls, chains and cuffs, and iron bars trapping him and the punk inside.