In the year 2009, you experienced something... bizarre. One night, as the clock struck midnight, a strange waking dream overtook your comfortable reality. The world around you took a sickly hue of greenish yellow, all electronic equipment nearby failed, the people that stood around you disappeared to be replaced by upright coffins, and, no matter where you looked you, you could only see splatters of blood and impossible architecture, irreverent to the laws of physics.
In this bizarre World of Midnight, there were only shadows and nightmares. In the distance, beyond the coffins, you could see strange things moving in manners that no human or animal should move. Strange shadows, contorting and dancing through the coffins. Where the shadows moved, no coffins were left, and only splatters of blood remained.
You ran.
You hid.
How long was it? A whole year? A month? A few days?
The World of Midnight opened it's circus of nightmares for you every night at the stroke of midnight. Inexplicable murders took place and you could do nothing but wonder and shiver. The mangled remains of the victims were always at the place that you saw the inhuman things shamble through.
The World of Midnight held you captive every night and every night was a struggle to avoid being caught by those incomprehensible things on the edge of your vision.
Until, suddenly, on the 31st of January of 2010... it stopped.
The clock struck midnight and there were no strange hues, no shadows, no distortions, no coffins, no blood. Everything returned to normal. Peace of mind and restful sleep.
How long was it? A whole year? A month? A few days?
It doesn't matter. It is in the past. You have kept it secret because, who would believe? Did you dismiss it as a recurring nightmare? Or did you perhaps carry a nagging doubt in the back of your mind throughout the years? Whatever you might have chosen to do, you have carried on with your life.
It is now 2019.
And The World of Midnight has returned, bringing with it the terrors of your past.
You ran.
You hid.
And you were caught.
The strange shadows, so bizarre to look at that they make you feel at the brink of vomiting, have surrounded you. There is nowhere to run anymore, nowhere to hide.
You are about to die.
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The killing blow does not land.
It is you who is alive, and it is the shadows that have perished.
Standing beside you, almost translucent and glowing with an unearthly radiance, is a spirit. It feels familiar to look upon, despite its strange form. Almost like meeting again with an old friend. Almost like watching your own reflection in a moonlit pool. The spirit turns to you and speaks with a somber voice that reverberates in your mind and echoes in your heart:
"I am thou,
and thou art I.
From the sea of thy soul, I come."
The strange words ring in your ears as you try to puzzle their meaning. However, you do not have overlong to consider as you hear a strange noise behind you. You turn around and a rushing sound of wind passes by you. Your previous location is gone and you suddenly find yourself streaming past a corridor at high speed and towards a door colored in blue that opens itself with a loud creak as you approach.
There is a blinding light.
And you find yourself inside a room of royal blue. An eery aura fills the room, but it's not an unfriendly one.
The man behind the table speaks, and he says:
"Ah, welcome to The Velvet Room. We have been expecting you."
The strange man with soothing voice introduces himself as Igor and proceeds to explain. What you have been experiencing is a phenomenon known as
The Dark Hour, an hour of stilled time between one day and the next. It is a distortion in the world caused by the presence of the strange monsters known as
Shadows.
The Dark Hour can only be experienced by people with the power to summon
Persona, fragments of their own soul wearing the facade of myths and legends to protect them from the presence of Shadows. Shadows attack the coffins, transmogrified people, and kill them for sustenance. They're wicked monsters born from the darkness of humanity's heart and will prey on them to seek to spread destruction and chaos wherever they can. If they're all destroyed, The Dark Hour will disappear and people will be safe once more. However, if you do that, the frozen hour of time will disappear and so will your new found powers.
The
Arcana determines the power of Persona, he explains. Are you calm like The Priestess? Confident like The Emperor? Driven like The Chariot? Perhaps you are kind like The Empress? The Persona is a reflection of your soul in the truest sense of the world. It is the mask with which you can face any hardship that life might throw your way.
There are others like yourself, Igor states, with their own masks and with their own motives. Whether you work together or against each other is entirely up to you.
The power of Persona, Igor explains as he hands you a key in the same royal blue color of the rest of the room, is yours to do with as you will. It is your soul and yours alone. Will you defend the innocent from the Shadows or will you seek to protect The Dark Hour and its promises of power from others such as yourself? Whatever you might choose, The Velvet Key will always let you back into The Velvet Room where you will always be welcome.
You wake up in your room the following morning.
Was it all a dream?
No, it was not a dream. You are tightly clutching the blue colored key in your hands.
Who are you? What is your Arcana? Who is your Persona?
And, what will you do with your newfound power?
One thing is certain, however: The time for running and hiding is past.
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Time never waits.
It delivers all equally to the same end.
You, who hold dominion over the future…
You will be given one year;
Go forth without falter,
With your heart as your guide…
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