Persona - Fracture

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April, 8 BP - Before Peace

Dominic whistled in an idle tune.

So far, no one had showed up. No allied troops, no hostile forces, no animals, not even tumbleweeds! It's just a plain, boring walk across grasslands. How he wished the enormous grassland would just shrink to the size of normal grasslands.

After talking to Yasaka, he had stopped by his house to pick up some healing pills before setting out. You never knew when you'd need it. Besides, he had to keep his promise to Yasaka.

The brown-haired man let loose a sigh before scanning his surroundings. Nope, still nothing. Not even a rat, and that kind of animal was common in this grassland.

Dominic tried to dredge up his memories of this particular grassland, but only came up with blurred visions of his memory in disarray. Each and every time he'd try to remember something in the distant past, it'd always come with distortions and gave him a headache every time he tried.

"Grh... What the hell, memory?" He didn't know what caused that rift in his memories. But as he traversed on auto-pilot through the grassland, he tried again, this time mustering up as much willpower as he could. His hands clenched and his knuckles went almost white.

Just then, flashes of sudden memories flowed through his mind. It was short, and didn't return, but Dominic's eyes still caught everything, quick as they may seem.

A blurry face with black hair.

A dragon-shaped skull mask resting upon a table.

Seven blurry figures each glowing a different color. It was too fast for him to memorize everything, just green and blue.

Lots of death, destruction, and piles of corpses.

"What..." Dominic wheezed, winded from the sudden surge. Last week he tried remembering too, and got the same results every time. Last month was the same too. Maybe those objects had something to do with the rift in his memories?

He had kept the rift a secret from Yasaka, as he know that if Yasaka knew his memory had a problem, he'd find a way to cure it without a thought about how supremely reckless it may be. For now, the best course of action is to wait it out and hope his memory clears.

When Dominic's eyes went back into focus, he noticed he had stopped walking in the middle of the grassland. The reason was soon clear as he gazed into the face of an old friend.

"Rufus! What're ya doing here?" Dominic said in a surprised tone. Rufus just let out a small chuckle. The circumstances of his and Dominic's meeting were a complete mystery, but neither of them were bothered by it and never sought to find out the reason.

Rufus Wilde was a bounty hunter notorious for his preference of scavenging dead people's souls and storing them... somewhere. Where that is, Dominic didn't want to know. Rufus had puffy dark red hair and crimson eyes, and his clothes were what you'd expect from a bounty hunter.

"What, can't say hello to an old friend?" Dominic smiled and relaxed his stance. It was definitely Rufus and not some impostor. He offered a hand out, which Rufus took and shook.

"So, now's my question; what are you doing here?" Rufus inquired, absentmindedly twirling his gun in his hand. Dominic wondered for a brief moment how many lives he had taken with that single gun.

"Eh, the junior wanted to get info on some black-haired dude. So here I am, on the way to Viritalia." Dominic shrugged.

"You mean the one everybody's been talking about? So he's a male. Yeah, someone posted a bounty on him, a high one. I'm on the prowl for him, too." Rufus dug around his pocket and unfurled a wanted poster to Dominic's face.