ー「 ペルソナ : Open Starter @Muse!ID:WakuiKeita 」ー

ー「凶暴」ー

Sunday May 10, 2009. 23:49 - Port Island Station 

Rain falls upon the Tatsumi Port Island as a young boy roams the alleys of its monorail station. A freshman who managed to scare the crap out of the delinquents and the loiterers there. No one know his name so far, but he is the only freshman with a white hair with crazy swept back white hair.

“Oi, the hell you’re doing here?” a punk asked intimidatingly. “Aren’t you from Gekkou High? Wrong place here.”

“…” the boy said nothing, eyes low and avoiding eye contact. The small Gekkoukan High School blazer drifts in the swaying of the wind. A punch thrown at the punk’s diaphragm, leaving the punk gasping for air.

More group about as they tried to attack the boy. He took a few hits but wasn’t fazed by a bit. With accurate hits on weak spots, the group of notorious were on the ground, several unconscious, some bleeding.

Surrounded by defeated punks, the boy flipped open his cell phone.

23:59:45

The boy glanced at his open cell phone. It’s almost that time again… he doesn’t know what it is, but every midnight the sky turns green, puddles of clear water turned into blood. Electronics and typical mechanical objects ceased functioning.

It’s been like that since he arrived at Tatsumi Port Island after migrating from Osaka. Transferred to Gekkoukan High School since March. He didn’t wander about much, just living alone at a very small studio flat that he had yet to pay rent for this month. By May, he found his way to the alleys.

People transmogrified into blood red glowing coffins, Keita touched one of them and it’s like dipping your hand into blood without getting it on your hands. After a while things returned to normal and the clock resumed from midnight.

13 hours in a day? Weird, but it ain’t as bad as the Septentriones and summoning demons with cellphones…

Every once in a while a black mass glob will constantly attack him and those around him that are unfortunate enough to not become a coffin like others.

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00:00:00

ー「 Dark Hour : START 」ー

The Dark Hour have arrived. The fallen punks defeated by the boy turned into horizontal eerie red coffins. The sky turn a sickly green and water turn to blood. The moon glows a bright yellow, seemingly larger than it did before the Dark Hour.

“Huh, another day gone…” the boy mumbled. Little did he know, a mass glob of shadow is making its way towards him. A Shadow, ready to strike.