2087: Persona - Slayers of Monsters

The mind makes it real.

Chapter 1 by M.U. M.U.

"Now arriving at Yasuki Station. Now arriving at Yasuki Station."

The voice on the intercom cuts through your clouded mind, waking you from your rest. For a second, you're not sure where you are, your steely eyes groggily opening to the sight of empty seats. As you reach up to rub the exhaustion out, the information begins to filter back into your brain. Yasuki. That's what the female voice had said. Yasuki Station. Everything comes back in a rush. You're on a train, and you've now arrived at your destination.

You can't help but let out a yawn as you push yourself off your seat, and a moment later, you hope to the ancient gods that you haven't embarrassed yourself. None of them answer your wish, but quite fortunately, the train car is utterly devoid of anybody but you and the stoic-looking young man sitting down the car, and he hasn't taken a single glance in your direction. It honestly feels somewhat creepy, like the start of a horror simulation you dove into once, but it makes sense at least. Not many people want to come to Agami City these days.

Not with all the stories coming out.

You hold tightly onto the railings as the train comes to a silent halt. Yasuki Station. It's pitch black outside, an observation that immediately sends butterflies up your stomach. It's not like you're scared of all the rumours or anything, but there's just that small voice in your mind wondering if some of them might actually be true.

If you might actually really be in danger.

Yet despite those concerns, you have but to step out of the train, the doors closing behind you with a loud beeping noise as you are deposited onto an empty platform, surrounded by nothing but darkness. The only points of light you can see are faint, emanating from tall lamps standing distantly from one another. You bunch your shoulders together as you begin walking forwards, the train rumbling to life and pulling out of the station along those magnetic tracks.

Your cousin is supposed to be picking you up, but in this darkness, you have no clue where she could possibly be.

Or why she would want to live in such an old-fashioned part of the city.

You'd ask her, but she doesn't have a messenger implant either.

As you carefully make your way off the platform, you catch sight of a figure to your right. For a second, you nearly recoil, but your brain catches up and reminds you that, no, it's not a stranger. It's just a mirror, and the figure is just you.

You hold up your left hand, mentally activating the flashlight implant in your index finger to take a better look at yourself. Ugh, sleeping on the train hadn't done wonders for you at all. The dishevelled ...

Who is looking back at you?

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