Persona 6

Prologue

This story is a work of fiction.

Similarities between characters or events to person's living or dead in your world are purely coincidental.

Only those who have agreed to the above have the privilege of partaking in this story.

>I agree<

I do not agree

...The contract has been sealed.

The world is not as it should be.

It's filled with guilt, sorrow and illness, it begins to threaten your world...

Those who feel the desire to change the world and free everyone to reveal the true justice, have the power known to be the "Persona"... One to have the power to unleash the true self... and not the corrupted heart tied to the "Chains of thy madness"

Come forth and pursue your role, as one of them...

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One by one, fluorescent lights buzz to life in the hallway of what looks like a hospital.

The sound of heavy footsteps march in a rhythmic beat as a silhouetted male figure is heading to the room he needs to meet his patient in.

The shadowed man then hears moaning and groaning coming from the door to his left which is in need of a good cleaning than all the other doors that adorn the long corridor.

Nodding at the fact he has reached his destination, the man takes out a bright blue key to unlock the door. Heading into the darkened area, the man makes a mental note to once again, ask his master to fix the light fixtures since the harsh blue hues would be enough to damage anyone's reading sight.

He looked even deeper into the room to a misshapen shadow of a bed. On the bed, is where the moans and groans which now turned into struggling hardened grunts came from. Going by the curves on their body, the other silhouetted figure was a young female.

Perfect. His patient was awake.

Meaning he didn't have to waste extra time on changing the sheets from the cold shower he planned on surprising her with.

It was a shame though, that he wouldn't be getting a clearer look at her pathetic face once she remembers the mess she created.

Clearing his throat, "Thought you'd be used to this by now."

"I am, but I don't think this is a good time for another cryptic fucking lecture."

"I suggest you watch your mouth. You don't have a choice in the matter anymore. You need to understand the reckoning you and that groups of yours have wrought upon your world."

The female stopped struggling in her straps that bounded her to the bed and sneered, "If you're trying to tell me I failed doing the only thing you asked me to do I'd rather hear it come from your boss."

The male chuckled, "Unfortunately for you sweetheart, he specifically asked to me to drill this into your head."

"So I can't laugh at his nose for once? Hard to believe he took this long to figure it out." The tone in her voice positively dripped sarcasm and eye rolls.

"You...really don't care, do you? About anything?" The man asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"In case you haven't noticed by now, I stopped giving a shit a long time ago when it wouldn't stop getting thrown at me." His patient growled out.

"How curious." He smirked.

"Why is that weird? You've known me since I first stepped foot in here, you know how I am." She wondered.

"You say that you, 'Don't give a shit anymore,' But you're the only one one who seems to be in a mad dash to get out of here."

That slight gasp he heard was all he needed as an answer.