Chapter 1: Awakening in the Dark
Darkness. A void so deep that it seemed endless. There was no sound, no sensation—only a lingering awareness that he should not be here.
Then, a voice, deep and enigmatic, echoed in the abyss.
"Welcome to the Velvet Room."
The words sent a shiver down his spine. This wasn't a dream. It was real.
His eyes snapped open, and he found himself seated in a luxurious yet eerie room, surrounded by blue velvet. Across from him sat an old man with an impossibly long nose—Igor. By his side was a beautiful woman with silver hair, her piercing gaze fixed on him. Not Elizabeth. Not Margaret. Someone new.
"Ah, you are awake," Igor said, his smile unnerving yet strangely welcoming. "You have already glimpsed the truth, and thus, you stand here as one chosen by fate… or rather, one who has seized it for himself."
He opened his mouth to speak, but memories rushed into his mind like a tidal wave.
His old life. The Persona franchise. The games he had played, the characters he had admired. His own death—an accident, or maybe something more? And now, this. Reincarnation. No, more than that—empowerment.
The Essence of the Fool.
He had accepted it. He had chosen this. And now, he was here.
"Minato Arisato," the silver-haired woman spoke, her voice like silk. "Or should I say… the Wild Card who transcends fate?"
He looked down at himself. His body was different—stronger, leaner, more defined. The peak of human potential. He clenched his hand into a fist and felt the strength coursing through him. This wasn't just an illusion. This was real.
"You have been granted power beyond that of your predecessors," Igor continued, his fingers steepled. "The Fool Arcana, unrestricted. Your potential is limitless, but so too is the weight of your choices."
His attendant stepped forward, a mysterious smile gracing her lips. "Before you begin your journey, you must choose your Persona. Will it be one of legend? Or one of your own making?"
He exhaled. This was it.
A flash of instinct guided him. "I choose…"
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Hours Later - Iwatodai Dormitory
The train ride to Iwatodai was a blur. Despite knowing every plot beat of Persona 3, experiencing it firsthand was overwhelming. The looming presence of Tartarus, the oppressive weight of the Dark Hour—it all felt far more real than any game screen could convey.
He stepped into the dorm, knowing exactly who he would meet.
Yukari Takeba.
And there she was, standing in the lobby, arms crossed, suspicion in her eyes. "Oh, you're the new transfer student, right?"
He smirked inwardly. The same introduction. The same guarded attitude. But this time, things would be different.
"Yeah. Minato Arisato," he said, his voice steady. "Nice to meet you."
She hesitated for a moment, then forced a smile. "Nice to meet you too, I guess."
As she led him inside, he took in everything. Mitsuru Kirijo, distant yet composed. Akihiko Sanada, exuding raw power even at rest. They were all here, just as he remembered.
But he wasn't just an observer anymore. This was his life now.
And he had every intention of making the most of it.
Tonight, the Dark Hour would come. And with it, his true awakening.