Yes, this is a re-write/redo of my current Persona 4 OC story Live Free or Die Trying. I didn't really like how it was turning out after all, and my muse had sort of escaped. So, let's try it again.

"Talking." – Normal Speech
'Thinking.' – Speaking to Self
(Talking) – Foreign Language

As always, all intellectual properties belong to their rightful owners, and I only own the main character of this particular tale, which happens to be my OC.

With that out of the way, let's begin, shall we?


The train was rumbling down the tracks as its occupants all glanced to the center. The center of their attention was a foreigner – an American that stood at 6 feet and 1 inch tall, had dark reddish-brown hair that curled upwards at its edges due to being covered by a black and white beanie. He had black, thinly rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, blue eyes scanning the unknown surroundings. He wore a white thermal shirt under a blue t-shirt that had the word Exile written on it in silver, and slightly baggy jeans and black work boots to cover his bottom half. A silver band was on his right ring finger, and his nails were painted in white. Overall, he wasn't a typical passenger on a train headed to Yasoinaba station in Japan. Nearby, on a seat, a boy about the same age as the foreigner with a silver bowl-like haircut was watching him with curiosity. Then, for a split second, their eyes locked before they both shook their heads and thought the same thing. 'This next year is going to be very interesting.'

The next two hours went by without much of anything happening. The occasional passenger stop was made, and each time a new arrival settled in, the foreigner was stared at for about 15 seconds and given a quick look over before returning to their devices. The stranger thought to himself, 'I guess I should get used to this. I look so different from everyone else here, so the staring is just one more thing to happen to me. I'm just glad I understand Japanese well enough to have a conversation and go to school.' He sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out his cell phone. Unwrapping the headphones from around the device, he put them into the correct ears, and touched the screen a few times, loud blaring music flowing into his ears.

And then, without warning, both the foreign and the bowl-cut haired teens gasped in unison. The boy with the bowl-cut slunk deeper into his seat, passed out. Meanwhile, the foreigner that was standing dropped to the floor of the train like a marionette with its strings cut. Instead of people rushing to either teenager's aid, they just stood and sat where they were, locked in their positions. For you see, neither male actually passed out, but their consciousnesses had left their bodies temporarily.


Bowlcut's Perspective

When my eyes opened, the first thing I could discern was the color blue. Lots of blue. When my vision finally focused, I noticed that I was in the back seat of a limo, and the upholstery and all of the curios and fixings were blue. As my eyes panned the location, I noticed a dwarfishly looking older man with a nose of great length and an ever-classic skullet haircut. "Ah... It seems we have a guest with an intriguing destiny..." The man laughed, his voice having a mysterious quality to it, one I couldn't quite distinguish. "My name is Igor... I am delighted to make your acquaintance. This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter... It is a room that only those who are bound by a "contract" may enter... It may be that such a fate awaits you in the near future. Now then... Why don't you introduce yourself...?"

I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding and spoke as clearly as I could. "Yu Narukami."

"Hm... I see. Now, let's take a look into your future, shall we?" Igor made a deck of cards appear out of thin air, and spread them out of the table sitting in front of him. "Do you believe in fortune telling?" He asked me, and I shook my head. "Each reading is done with the same cards, yet the result is always different... " He chuckled. "Life itself follows the same principles, doesn't it?" My head cocked to the side slightly, I motioned for him to continue. He flipped the first card over. "Hm... The Tower in the upright position represents the immediate future. It seems a terrible catastrophe is imminent. The card indicating the future beyond that is..." He flipped the next one over. "The Moon, in the upright position. This card represents 'hesitation' and 'mystery...' Very interesting indeed. It seems you will encounter a misfortune at your destination, and a great mystery will be imposed upon you. In the coming days, you will enter into a contract of some sort, after which you will return here. The coming year is a turning point in your destiny... If the mystery goes unsolved, your future may be forever lost. My duty is to provide assistance to our guests to ensure that does not happen."

The cards vanished. I didn't want to believe a word he said, but he was way too detailed for me to just shrug it off. I finished my musing as I saw Igor begin to talk again. "Ah! I have neglected to introduce my assistant to you. This is Margaret. She is a resident of this place, like myself." He gestured to my right, and I saw a woman wearing what could only be described as a padded, blue-as-the-room business suit. She had pristine silver hair, and the most unnatural eyes I had ever seen, they were yellow.

She spoke with a clear, yet somewhat restrained voice. "My name is Margaret. I am here to accompany you through your journey."

Igor opened his mouth once more, "We shall attend to the details another time. Until then, farewell..." And with that, my vision went black again, and I woke up on the train, the sweat pouring down my forehead. I rubbed it off with the back of my hand and took a deep breath.


Foreigner's Perspective

When my eyes opened, the first thing I could discern was the color blue. Lots of blue. When my vision finally focused, I noticed that I was in the back seat of a limo, and the upholstery and all of the curios and fixings were blue. As my eyes panned the location, I noticed a dwarfishly looking older man with a nose of great length and an ever-classic skullet haircut. "Ah... It seems we have a guest with an intriguing destiny..." The man laughed, his voice having a mysterious quality to it, one I couldn't quite distinguish. "My name is Igor... I am delighted to make your acquaintance. This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter... It is a room that only those who are bound by a "contract" may enter... It may be that such a fate awaits you in the near future. Now then... Why don't you introduce yourself...?"

I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding and spoke as clearly as I could. "Name's Brian Walker."

"Hm... I see. Now, let's take a look into your future, shall we?" Igor made a deck of cards appear out of thin air, and spread them out of the table sitting in front of him. "Do you believe in fortune telling?" He asked me, and I shook my head. "Each reading is done with the same cards, yet the result is always different... " He chuckled. "Life itself follows the same principles, doesn't it?" My head cocked to the side slightly, I motioned for him to continue. He flipped the first card over. "Hm... The Tower in the upright position represents the immediate future. It seems a terrible catastrophe is imminent. The card indicating the future beyond that is..." He flipped the next one over. "The Moon, in the upright position. This card represents 'hesitation' and 'mystery...' Very interesting indeed. It seems you will encounter a misfortune at your destination, and a great mystery will be imposed upon you. In the coming days, you will enter into a contract of some sort, after which you will return here. The coming year is a turning point in your destiny... If the mystery goes unsolved, your future may be forever lost. My duty is to provide assistance to our guests to ensure that does not happen." The cards vanished.

I didn't believe a word he said. He was way too out there, looked like a panhandler sitting on a milk cart by the 7 train in New York City. I finished my musing as I saw Igor begin to talk again. "Ah! I have neglected to introduce my assistant to you. This is Margaret. She is a resident of this place, like myself." He gestured to my right, and I saw a woman wearing what could only be described as a padded, blue-as-the-room business suit. She had pristine silver hair, and the most unnatural eyes I had ever seen, they were yellow.

She spoke with a clear, yet somewhat restrained voice. "My name is Margaret. I am here to accompany you through your journey."

Igor opened his mouth once more, "We shall attend to the details another time. Until then, farewell..." And with that, my vision went black again, and I woke up on the floor of the train, the sweat pouring down my forehead. I rubbed it off with the back of my hand and took a deep breath before standing back up.


The next few hours passed by without incident before the conductor came over the P.A. system one last time. "Now approaching Yasoinaba Station. Last stop, Yasoinaba Station." The two boys were the only ones still left on the train and with a shared glance, they stepped off the train and onto the platform.


Before you ask, yes, they were both supposed to have the same general thing happen to them in the Velvet Room. Its of my personal opinion that with the power of the Wild Card comes the power to visit said room, but it isn't actually a physical thing. I believe that the Velvet Room is just another facet to the multiple Persona gimmick, if you will.

Anyhow, throw me a review if you would, it makes writing easier. Thanks.