This story is a work of fiction.

Similarities between characters or events to persons living or dead in your world are purely coincidental.

Only those who have agreed to the above have the privilege of partaking in this alternate game.

Do you accept?

...

I accept.

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The contract has been sealed.

The world is not as it should be. It's filled with distortion, and "ruin" can no longer be avoided.

Those who oppose fate and desire change… From time to time, they were referred to as Tricksters.

You are the Trickster.

Now is the time to rise against the abyss of distortion.

He looked down at the crowd of people enjoying their time with friends and family, playing all sorts of games this casino had to offer. Now was the time. He took a deep breath and used his free hand to pull out his pistol.

"All right." He said with a smirk. "It's showtime!"

He pulled the trigger. As the bullet pierced through the wire connecting to the chandelier, it fell and hit the ground causing quite a commotion. Soon enough, the alarm went off just as planned.

"Look, up there!" One of the bystanders spotted him which caught the attention of the security guards down below. One of the guards ordered the rest to go after him. He grinned at their foolishness. The idea that they could catch him was almost amusing.

"Now's our chance!" Crow said. "Good luck! We'll definitely meet again!"

"See ya." He told the others. With the treasure safely secured in the briefcase, he made his getaway as he leaped from his position to the next chandelier.

"Be safe, Joker," Queen told him. "We'll be waiting for you on the other side."

"Safe? Ha! Where's the fun in that?" He laughed.

Just then, he heard an unknown transmission interrupted the group.

...suspects... not... confirmed... hold... your... positions.

"Did you guys hear that?!" Oracle asked.

"Loud and clear," Joker replied. "Are you guys all right?"

"Don't worry about us! Just concentrate on getting away!" Mona commanded.

"Roger." He said as he hopped to the next chandelier. Suddenly, he could hear a song being played. "Hey, who's playing music?"

"That's me," Oracle admitted. "Figured some tunes would go well with our great escape."

"Nice!" He nodded in approval. "Wait a minute, that's one of Reaper's songs, isn't it?"

"Which one?" Panther asked.

"I think it's Life Will Change," Joker said. "There's no mistaking that catchy tune."

"Y-Yeah." He heard Oracle's voice crack a little as she turned off the music. "I-I wish h-he was here, with us."

Everyone was silent at the moment as they all shared the same feelings. Another decided to step in, hoping to ease the mood and hopefully comfort Oracle and the others.

"We all do, Oracle," Queen said.

"I swear to you all, when this over, he will have justice," Crow promised.

"We'll hold you to that, Crow." Fox chimed in.

As he hopped to the next chandelier, he noticed that security was having a hard time catching up with him. Joker simply flashed them a smirk and a mocking salute as he jumped to the next chandelier.

"The enemy is focused on me, so the rest of you should be able to slip out." He informed the others.

Once he reached the higher gambling floor, two security guards appeared before him before they revealed their true forms as shadows. Another appeared behind him, hoping to catch him off guard.

Joker turned around and flashed his current enemy a smirk. With a wave of his hand, he motioned his foe to come at him.

"Shall we dance?" He mocked.

With that, he leaped onto his enemy's back and ripped off his mask to reveal his true form. As he hopped off, the shadow melted before transfiguring into a Sacrificial Pyrekeeper.

"Let's get started!" With a flap of his coat, his enemy charged at him. "Persona!"

As he summoned his Persona, he grabbed his foe by his arms to stop it from charging. He then kicked the creature in the chest, sending his foe up in the air. He then flew up into the air and then slammed both hands into his enemy, sending it to the ground. As it laid on the ground helpless, Joker's Persona cast Eigaon into the Sacrificial Pyrekeeper's chest, destroying its existence.

"Good job, Joker. You defeated it with ease." Mona complimented.

"What'd you expect?" Joker smiled as he turned around and saw the other shadows coming at him.

"More of them? Be careful!" Oracle warned.

Joker took a simple step back as one of them slashed at him with an electric baton. He then hopped onto the pillar behind him and then leaped onto the upper floor.

"Joker, behind you! Go through that door!" Oracle commanded.

He ran through the door as instructed making his way into the next room.

"Dude, can you even hear us!?" Skull questioned causing their leader to roll his eyes.

"Obviously. There's no mistaking that loud tone for anyone other than you, my friend." He joked as he ran for the exit.

"Seriously, dude? What are you, Reaper?" He fired back.

"Skull..." Queen chided, causing him to regret what he said.

"R-Right. Sorry." He apologized.

As Joker walked through the next door, he crouched as he saw an agent walked past through the glass window. He looked around for him and his teammates, cursing for being unable to find them.

"I can't confirm the intruder's location." He said before moving on.

As Joker stood up, he saw that the exit was being barred off by another agent. He moved closer to the wall, able to hide his presence and eavesdrop on the agent's conversation.

"Hey, are you sure he came in this way?" He asked. "Understood, I will continue the search!" The agent ran past him, not even noticing that the darkness disguised his presence.

"Now's your chance! Run for the stairs!" Oracle yelled.

He stood up, headed up the stairs and toward the exit. He looked around the next corner and once he saw it was clear, he ran for it. He walked past a command room of some sorts, hearing the man in charge command agents to look for and kill him and his teammates.

He ran up the next flight of stairs before a group of security caught notice of him feeling and chased after him. As he made his way up, he ran for the door and found himself against a railing, looking down at the lobby.

"The exit should be up ahead," Oracle informed. "After that commotion, the bottom floor's completely closed off. Think you can make it?"

"You do know who you're talking to, right?" He smirked as he looked behind him to see that security had caught up.

Took them long enough.

"There's nowhere to run!" One of them said as they pointed their guns at the Phantom Thief.

"So you say." He grinned and climbed onto the railing. He ran around to make his way to the window. As he turned around, he saw the suits pointing their guns at him but at that point, they were too late. "By your leave, Gentlemen." He sarcastically saluted and then leaped through the glass window, covering his head as he burst through the glass. He made a point to do a variety of flips, showing off his moves.

"Really?" Oracle sighed.

"Very cool Joker!" Mona complimented with approval.

"Cool? More like reckless." Panther stated.

"I do my best," He said as he landed with grace. But before he could celebrate his escape. His vision was then obscured by various bright lights. He covered his eyes with his arm as the brightness was beginning to hurt.

"Huh?!"

"No way! What's this reading?!"

"An ambush!?"

"Joker!"

"Well..." Joker muttered as he realized he was standing before a large police force, ready to capture him. "Didn't see this coming."

"Capture him!" He commanded and the police rushed at him.

He immediately went for the fire escape, hoping to escape the police that way. He leaped for the ladder, climbing up as the police crowded around it. He smirked as none of them chose to follow but would soon regret that smirk as he looked up and saw more police at the end of the ladder.

"Oh, crap."

One of them raised their rifle and knocked him in the head with the butt of the gun, causing him to fall off. As he landed, the police were already on him. They had him pinned down, preventing him from escaping.

"Suspect secured." One of the police said as moved aside, letting another man walk by him.

"Didn't expect to find some kid." The man crouched down to face the Phantom Thief. "So, which one are you, The Phantom or The Grim Reaper?" Joker didn't respond, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. "You have your teammate to thank for this." He then grabbed his head and lifted him up. "You were sold out."

Joker's eyes widened as he heard from this man that one of his own teammates had betrayed him. The man got up and walked away to let the police do their job.

"Suspect confirmed. Cuff him."

And the last thing he remembered was having handcuffs slapped on him and his vision faded to darkness.

He slowly woke up to hear the soft echo of footsteps entering his ear. Everything was blurry but he was able to regain some of his vision. He looked around and found himself cuffed to a chair, unable to move. As he looked down he saw various syringes on the floor. It was clear to him that he had been drugged but whatever they gave him, it wasn't enough to stop the pain coursing through his body.

He felt a torrent of water splash onto him as it was unleashed from a bucket. Thankfully, it helped him regain some more of his vision but the pain still remained.

"Guess the drug was too strong" He heard. As he looked up, he saw a detective standing over him with his colleague and a guard standing behind him, keeping their distance. His vision was starting to fade again. "No dozing off!" He then kicked him in the stomach, knocking him off the chair and onto the ground.

"AH!" He hit the ground hard before the man walked over and placed his foot on his head.

"Who are your teammates? Who is the Grim Reaper?" As the Detective gave out questions, his captive looked towards the camera which he noticed. "What about the camera? Are you thinking it can be used as video evidence?" He crouched onto a knee and grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look him in the eye.

"I would imagine not." He said. "You'll likely delete it, that's what corrupt scum like you do after all. You can't win without your cheap tricks."

"Little brat!" The Detective slammed the kid's his head into the ground which followed by a kick to the stomach

He let out a pained cough from the attack as if that was enough to shut him. "And your torture tactics are a joke."

"Tch." He looked away annoyed as he walked over to his colleague who handed him a clipboard. "Let's see here. Obstruction of justice, blackmail, defamation, possession of weapons… Manslaughter too, yeah? It's a full course." He then turned to face the boy. "To think that all those crimes were led by a kid like this… The Phantom himself."

What's happening? He thought. Why can't I... why can't I remember anything. Everything's all... hazy.

"If you don't cooperate, your friends will suffer instead." The Detective said before nodding to his colleague, giving him the signal to remove his handcuffs. Once that was done, they both grabbed him and set him up. "Here." He handed him the clipboard. "It's a confession under your name."

"I..." He looked at the document before replying. "I understand."

The man pulled a pen out of one of his suits by as the boy grabbed it, he pulled him close so he can look him in the eye.

"I'll tell you now, don't think that you'll get out so easily. We'll make you understand. One must take full responsibility for their actions." He finished before backing off and allowed him to sign the confession.

Ren Amamiya

She made her way down the hall and toward her destination. Once she heard the leader of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts was finally captured, she was determined to get her interrogation.

As she arrived at her destination, the detective blocked her path.

"Stop right there." He demanded, holding his hand out to halt her movement. "No one goes in there."

"I'm Niijima from the Public Prosecutors Office." She said, interrupting him.

"The Prosecutor's Office? What business do you have here?" He asked harshly, wondering what someone like her was doing here.

"It's urgent. There's something I need to confirm with the suspect." She fired back.

"Niijima-san, I believe this case is no longer in your jurisdiction." He told her.

Before she could object, she heard footsteps coming from behind her. An older detective who had a cell phone in his hand.

"Are you Prosecutor Sae Niijima? There's a call from your director." He informed her, holding out the phone for her to take.

"Tch." She clicked her tongue as she took the phone from him and placed it against her ear.

"I ordered you to stand by." She heard her boss sigh in annoyance.

"I'm responsible for this case, yet I'm not even being allowed an interrogation!?" She said angrily.

"I'm calling because I knew you'd bring it up." He fired back. "Nijima, this case is already out of our hands-"

"I will not be convinced unless I confirm it for myself." She interrupted, determined to get her interrogation.

"Well... Good luck to you then. I already went ahead and cleared it with them. I'm not expecting much though." He finished, ending the phone call.

"Well, you heard him." She told the detective as she placed her phone back into her pocket.

"Very well." He sighed annoyingly. "Just so we're clear, your time will be cut short. We can't permit you to talk with him for long."

Sae turned her head and sighed, knowing that these bastards were going to make her job harder on her.

"It's for your own sake. His methods are unknown. We can't guarantee it's safe, even just to talk to him." He said. "Plus, this individual is the Phantom. His partner, The Grim Reaper, is still at large and could possibly attempt to rescue him."

"I understand." She nodded while scoffing at those ridiculous nicknames.

The guard opened the door and allowed her entry into the interrogation room.

He sat in his chair, his body ached from the beating he took from the corrupt detective. He massaged his wrists as bruises began to form due to the handcuffs. He heard the door open and a gasp followed. As he looked up, he saw a familiar face.

"Oh my god." She whispered. "Ren Amamiya?"

"Sae." He sat at the table, his hands entwined as he greeted the prosecutor with a smile. "It's good to see you. Only I wish it was under better circumstances."

"I..." She shook her head, ignoring her shock for the moment as she sat down with her arms crossed. "I had my suspicions but, I didn't think it'd be you. Honestly, I was expecting..." She said before shaking her head, pushing her personal feelings aside as she took on a more professional tone. "From now on, you'll be answering my questions."

"That so?" He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "Where are the others?" He asked about his teammates.

"Your teammates weren't caught. You're the only one who's been apprehended." She informed him. His lips formed a smile thanks to her answer before he clutched his head in pain. As Sae waited for him to recover, she looked toward the syringe on the floor, the mere sight of it made her angry. "Those bastards." She remarked before turning back to him. "Ren, can you hear me? Almost anything can happen here, and I can't stop them." She said leaning back and crossing her arms. "We don't have much time. If you wish for safety, then answer me honestly."

"Alright then." He said, giving her his full attention.

"What was your objective? Why did you cause such a major incident? I didn't think it was a prank from the get-go, but I couldn't assemble a case for prosecution." She continued. "It's because I couldn't figure out the method behind it."

"Obviously not." He replied. "Otherwise, this meeting would've happened a lot sooner, don't you think?

"True." She agreed. "There's no way I could be convinced of such a… 'world' just by reading the reports." She said before noticing that the drugs haven't affected him that badly. "It seems you're coherent."

"I've had better days." He quipped.

"Now then, when and where did you find out about that 'world'? How is it even possible to steal another's heart?" She asked before giving him one last important question. "And, who is the identity of your partner, the so-called 'Grim Reaper'?"

"That..." He muttered weakly.

"Tell me your account of everything. Start from the very beginning." She finished. "Let me help you, Ren."

Before he could give a response, he clutched his head as the room darkened. Just then, a blue butterfly appeared before him, giving him a message.

You are held captive. A prisoner of fate to a future that has been sealed in advance.

This is truly an unjust game… Your chances of winning are almost none.

But if my voice is reaching you, there may yet be a possibility open to you.

I beg you. Please overcome this game… and save the world.

The key to victory lies within the memories of your bonds. The truth that you and your friends grasped.

It all began that day… when the game was started half a year ago.

For the sake of your world's future… as well as your own… you must remember.

As the butterfly gave its message, he looked toward the Prosecutor to give her his response.

"Very well, Sae. I shall tell you everything." He said. "However, whether you choose to believe me or not is your choice." He informed her. All she gave him was a simple nod, allowing him to begin his story. "It first began on that day..."

His eyes opened suddenly, realizing he had just woken up from a dream thanks to the vibrations of the subway train. As he rubbed his eyes, he heard an announcement on the intercom.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for riding with us today. We will be arriving in Shibuya shortly. This is the last stop for this line. Please transfer there for all subway rides. The doors to your left will open."

As the announcement ended, he looked at his phone to check the time. Once he put his phone away, memories of that day flashed through his mind.

The day that changed everything.

Please, help!

He remembered that girl being forced into a car by a man clearly intoxicated. He couldn't just stand by and do nothing. He remembered walking over to the duo and placed his hand on the drunken man's shoulder to pry him off the woman.

Get away from her, you drunk!

He remembered the man swinging his arm in response before he tripped and hit his head on the pavement. The man got up, feeling blood form at his forehead, he placed his hand over the injury in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

Damn brat… I'll sue!

And that was it. At least, that was all he remembered before being forced into a police car.

And if that wasn't enough, he remembered when his parents visited him at the youth detention center. As if he could ever forget the different reactions from his Mother and Father.

Do you even realize what you've done, Ren! What the hell were you thinking?!

Mom, please. I'm innocent...

I don't want to hear your half-assed excuses! Do you know what will happen once word gets out?! My career! My reputation! It will be ruined because of you!

He remembered how furious his Mother was and how his Father tried to calm her down.

Yoriko, that's enough! Do not yell at him like that! He's our son!

We raised our son better than this, Sonosuke! Or at least I thought we did!

Her words cut deep. To hear such things from his own Mother really hurt.

Yoriko, go wait in the car. We'll talk about this later.

Hmph.

He remembered his mother leaving in a huff without saying goodbye.

I'm sorry, Dad.

It's okay, son. I know my boy would never mindlessly attack someone. I swear, I'll find you the best defense lawyer. Everything will be alright, Ren.

His Father tried, he really did.

But in the end, it wasn't enough.

Ren sighed as he tried to focus on other things. He overheard two girls gossiping about something.

"What? A mental shutdown?" One said.

"It's the truth!" Replied the other. "There are even cases where people go crazy and start attacking people!"

"To a person though? That's gotta be a joke. You really love all that occult stuff, don't you?"

"Cause it's cool!"

That's high school girls for you. No shame at all. Ren thought as he frowned at what they were talking about. As he tried to ignore their chatter, he noticed that he wasn't the only one annoyed by their gossip.

He looked across from where he was sitting to see a boy his age clenching his teeth to hold back irritation, all the while glaring at the two girls. He had brown hair and blue eyes, wore a dark green hoodie, black pants, and black shoes. The way he frowned and clenched his teeth, those girls clearly touched a nerve. Maybe this guy didn't like people freely discussing people mysteriously suffering from mental shutdowns like it was some trend to laugh and giggle about. As he realized he had been staring for too long, he looked away. To pass the time, he pulled out his phone to play one of his mobile crossword puzzle games.

Let's see here. What is a six-letter word meaning a vehement or loud cry? He thought for a minute before choosing his answer. Outcry, obviously. When he saw the check mark light up, he pumped his fist in victory for achieving the right answer.

After a few minutes, he placed his phone in his pocket as the train came to a stop. He quickly collected his belongings and exited the subway.

To say Shibuya was beautiful would be an understatement but that would also apply to it being a crowded place. He wasn't used to this many people in one setting as each and everyone here seemed to be accustomed to this area.

He stopped and pulled out his phone to check his directions when suddenly, a mysterious twisted looking icon appeared on his phone's map. It suddenly grew so Ren could get a better look at it. It was in the shape of an eyeball as it covered the entire map. He tapped on it, hoping to be rid of it so he could return to his map. Nothing happened so he tapped it a few more times before something finally happened.

He looked around to see that everyone suddenly stopped moving as if time itself had ceased to function.

What the hell? He thought as he looked around.

Suddenly, he looked across the street to see blue flames off in the distance. The fire began to form into a humanoid creature when suddenly, the fire cleared and Ren was met with an exact mirror of himself with yellow eyes grinning madly.

And with that, time suddenly continued. He looked around to see that people had not noticed what he had noticed and simply chalked it up as a daydream.

I hate long train rides. He thought as he checked his phone to see that strange looking eyeball still on his map. He pressed his finger against the app and tossed it into the trash bin to get a better look at the map.

Now that he had an idea where he was going, he headed to the next subway transfer to Yongen-Jaya.

After taking the next train, he finally arrived in Yongen-Jaya. It appeared to be a lively neighborhood but thankfully it wasn't as crowded as Shibuya. Still, he was unfamiliar with the area so he checked his phone once more for directions.

Starting today, Sojiro Sakura will be taking care of me. He thought as he checked his phone. His house should be in the backstreets of this residential area, so likely in an alley.

Ren walked around, admiring the various shops the neighborhood had to offer. The area had a local grocery store, a second-hand store, a closed movie theater, as well as a batting cage. As he walked down the street, he turned to his right to find a large house, likely Sojiro Sakura's. A delivery driver was there, probably delivering a package. He walked over to the house and checked the nameplate just to make sure.

It said Sakura, meaning that he had found his house. He pressed the doorbell and waited a while for the man to show up. After a few minutes, he didn't show so he rang the doorbell again.

Maybe he's gone out? He thought.

"Seems like no one's home." He heard. He turned around to see the owner of that delivery truck approaching the house with a package. "Sakura-san's usually at his cafe around this time. If you're looking for him, Leblanc's in the alley near the Tobacco stand."

"Thank you, sir." Ren bowed politely before making his way back. He remembered passing by that alley as he looked for Sakura-san's house so this Leblanc was probably there. He walked back down to where he started and found the alley near the Tobacco stand. He walked down and found the cafe in question.

"Coffee&Curry. Cafe Leblanc." He read the sign. "Interesting combination."

He then opened the door and entered the cafe.

The place had an old school vibe to it, but Ren couldn't complain. As he walked in, he was met with a man with slicked-back dark hair with a receding hairline, gray eyes, a chinstrap beard with a goatee that flares out, and glasses. He was holding a newspaper, either reading the news or trying to solve crossword puzzles. He seemed engrossed in it as he hadn't realized that Ren had entered his cafe. But, they weren't alone as he spotted an elderly couple taking and enjoying their coffee.

"A public Transit bus was driven down an opposing lane with its customers still in it." He heard a tabloid show host give the latest news. "The citizens can't live in peace if this keeps up."

"How frightening." The elderly man said.

"Didn't something similar happen just the other day?" His wife questioned

"What's the world coming to these days?" Her husband wondered as he let out a sigh.

Ren knew what the discussion was about. It was about those mysterious mental shutdowns and psychotic breakdowns that have been plaguing Japan for the last two years. Apparently, there were cases where people would just mysteriously shut down or where people would randomly go crazy and attack anyone on sight only to not remember anything once they recover. So far it's been limited to Tokyo's citizens so it's not becoming an epidemic but whatever the causes were, people are becoming fearful and restless because of it.

"Hmm." Ren looked over at the man engrossed in the newspaper. Judging from the apron, he must be Sojiro Sakura. "Vertical is... the name of a shellfish used for farming pearls?"

"Oyster." He gave the man the answer he was looking for.

A soon as he heard the answer from the young man that entered his cafe, he looked over at him in surprise before looking back to the newspaper. He wrote down the answer and it fit perfectly.

"Hey, thanks, kid. Anyway, what can I..." He looked at the boy again before noticing the school uniform. As he looked back to the newspaper to check the date, he realized just who had walked into his cafe. "Oh, right. That was supposed to be today." He placed the newspaper on the bar counter, making a mental note of where to continue before standing up.

"We'll be going now." The elderly man said as he and his wife finished their drinks and stood up as well to leave the establishment. "The payment is on the table."

"Thanks for coming." The man gave the couple a customer service smile.

"This place is in the back alley, so a car's not likely to crash into the place." The elderly man made a comment.

"Crash?" He replied.

"There's been a string of those rampage accidents, you know. I just hope that none happen around here." The elderly man said with a look of worry.

"It's none of my concern." He stated.

"Haha, we'll see you next time." The elderly man said as he and his wife made for the exit.

"Have a good day." She said to both Ren and the cafe owner as she and her husband left the cafe

Once they were gone, the cafe owner dropped his customer service smile and let out an annoyed groan as he went to collect his payment from the booth, scratching the back of his head.

He probably doesn't get much business. Ren deduced as he watched him sigh annoyingly.

"Four hours for just a single cup of coffee. Ugh." He let out one more sigh before turning to his visitor. "So... you're the one?"

"That's right." He replied, giving the man a formal bow. "I'm Ren Amamiya. It's nice to finally meet you face-to-face, Sakura-san."

He raised an eyebrow at the polite greeting he received from the kid.

"You too, kid." He replied, "I'm sure you already know but I'm Sojiro Sakura, you'll be in my custody over the next year." He gave his introduction before crossing his arms, looking the kid over as to evaluate him. "I was wondering what kind of delinquent would show up, but it's you, huh?"

"Pretty much." He shrugged, ignoring the man's offensive comment.

"Don't you know? A customer of mine is a good friend of your father's. He-" He was going to continue but stopped as soon as he realized he was starting to make small talk like he usually does with his customers and this kid wasn't a customer. "Whatever. Follow me."

As Sojiro gestured for him to follow, Ren walked behind him as the two made their way up the stairs. When they arrived, they were both met with a dusty and cluttered attic. Full of boxes, unpackages books, a dusty sofa, household items, and garbage bags. Judging from the lack of smell, it's likely that the bags were filled with other items and not garbage. A box laid in the middle of the room, probably filled with Ren's belongings and additional clothes. He looked toward the far corner near the window and saw a bed covered in dust.

"This is your room," Sojiro said as he turned to his ward. "I'll give you bedsheets, at least."

That was good news. The last thing he wanted was to sleep in a dusty bed. He walked past the cafe owner and looked around the room.

"Hmm." Ren brought a hand up to his chin, deep in thought.

"You got something you want to say?" Sojiro's words broke him out of his trance, noticing that the boy was thinking hard about something. He crossed his arms as he believed the boy was about to complain.

He thought wrong.

"This..." He started. "...is just right."

While it was dusty and messy, that could be fixed with a little cleaning. In truth, Ren liked the room because it meant that once everything was all cleaned up, he would have a nice open space.

"Good to hear." The cafe owner commented, glad to know that he wasn't going to hear any complaints about his living quarters. "Though, it's on you to clean up everything else."

"No problem." He replied.

"Anyway, just so you know, I'll be leaving after I lock up each day. You'll be alone at night, so do me a favor and don't do anything stupid." He gave a warning. "If you cause any trouble or damage anything in my shop, I'll throw you out."

"I understand, sir." He nodded, letting his guardian know that he won't try to cause him or his business any trouble.

"Now then… I got the gist of your situation." He brought up. "Let me see if I understand this correctly. You protected some woman from a man forcing himself on her, he got injured, then sued you. Right?" He stated.

Ren didn't really want to hear about this anymore, but he knew it was unavoidable. After all, he would be living in this man's cafe from now on so it was bound to be brought up. Then again, it was surprising to hear Sojiro recounting the true reason behind his situation rather than say he "mindlessly" assaulted someone.

"Inflicting bodily harm, huh?" He questioned before letting out a huff. "I guess you can't judge a book by its cover."

"You got it all wrong. I..." He gave up. Some part of Ren wanted to argue, to convince the man of his innocence. But he knew it wouldn't matter. The police didn't believe him. His own Mother didn't believe him. Why would he be any different?

"I don't want to hear it. I won't ask you about it either." Sojiro told the boy. "After getting a criminal record, you were expelled from your high school. The courts ordered you to transfer and move out here, which your parents approved of."

Well, one of them did. The boy kept that thought to himself.

"In other words, they got rid of you for being a nuisance." The cafe owner said. "Don't talk about any of this upfront with anyone, you understand? I am running a business here. Behave yourself for the year and keep out of trouble. If nothing happens, you'll be off probation."

"I'll do my best, sir." He promised

"Good." Sojiro nodded. "Just so you know, we'll be going to Shujin tomorrow."

"That's my new school, huh?" Ren questioned.

"That's right. Shujin Academy. We'll introduce ourselves properly to the staff there. There's rarely a place that'll accept someone like you, you know and they don't get many newcomers." He said before letting out another groan. "What a waste of my Sunday."

Ren adjusted his glasses to hide his expression from the cafe owner. He could tell this was a little stressful for the man, having to run a coffee shop along with taking care of someone with a criminal record. Despite the cafe owner's uncaring attitude, Ren didn't hate the man.

"Your luggage arrived earlier. I left it over there." He said as he made his way over to the stairs. "I have to get back to work." And with that, he was gone.

As soon as the cafe owner went back to work, Ren went over to his "luggage" and opened the box. Everything was in order as he checked the contents of the box. The first thing he did was change into more comfortable clothes, his favorite black blazer that he left unbuttoned over a black collared off-white long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and brown shoes. He carefully folded his school uniform and placed it on the table near the staircase as he would be wearing it tomorrow.

"Now let's get this room cleaned up. Amamiya style." He stated with determination.

He went over to the pile of household items to see if Sojiro owned any cleaning items. Fortunately, he found a feather duster, a mop, and a bucket. The first thing he did was go downstairs and fill up the bucket with water. After doing so, he set the bucket in the middle of the room. He opened the box filled with his belongings and placed them on the table next to the staircase where he placed his school uniform. Once he did, he put the box into the shelf near the sofa.

"Time to get to work." He began.

He started cleaning the windows using the feather duster, making sure to get every nook and cranny of the window. After that was done, he placed it back with the other household items and then took off the dusty bedsheets off of his mattress. He placed those dusty sheets into the shelf, next to the box and replaced them with the cleans sheets Sojiro provided for him. He then readied his mop to finish the job. Utilizing the bucket, he mopped the floor, making sure everything was spotless. After he finished, he looked around the room, proud of his work.

"That's more like it." He smirked and crossed his arms in satisfaction. The packaged books were placed on the shelves near his bed but he knew he had to do something about them eventually as well as those other household items. But, overall, it was just the way he wanted it.

Clean.

He looked out the window and saw that nighttime had come. It appears he had been cleaning for a few hours.

"What the heck is going on up there?" He heard Sojiro's voice as the man came up to check on him. "Wow, I heard you make all sorts of noise but I didn't think you were cleaning." He made a point to look around the room and saw that it was completely dust-free. With that in mind, he smiled.

Judging from the state of the attic before I cleaned it, it's must've been dusty for a while, probably since he's bought the place. Ren believed, seeing as how it was used as a place for storage before his arrival.

"Not bad, kid. Not bad at all." He gave his approval. "Though it's only natural you'd want to keep your room clean. Why don't you go to bed for tonight? You don't have anything better to do, right?"

"I suppose not." He replied. Tell the truth, all that cleaning was really exhausting.

"I'm going to close up shop and get out of here." He informed him. "I won't be the one looking after you if you get sick from staying up too late, got it?"

"Of course." He nodded. "Have a good night, Sakura-san."

"Later, kid." He gave a wave goodbye.

After Sojiro left, Ren set the alarm on his phone and placed it on the mattress. He decided to eat something before bed as he hadn't eaten dinner yet. He went through his luggage and found the instant ramen in a cup he packed. After eating that, he put on his Pajamas and turned off the lights.

As he laid down on his bed, he thought over everything that had happened to him, the events that led him to transfer schools and move to Tokyo.

"A criminal record, huh?" He muttered to himself. "Even so, what... what that man tried to do. I couldn't just... walk away."

The streets of Kamakura were nice and quiet, just like any other day. He stayed after school late to study before deciding to head home. He'd use any excuse in the book to get out of that house. Ever since his Mom's promotion, she's been nagging at his Father to try and advance or at the very least get a better job than accounting. But Sonosuke Amamiya was perfectly fine with his job, good hours, good colleagues, and good pay.

In the eyes of Ren Amamiya, they were both upstanding citizens of Japan, both with a nice house and a stable income.

As he took a shortcut home, he could hear someone yelling off in the distance.

"Just get in the car, you bitch!"

"Stop it!"

What the...? He thought.

As he heard those voices, he heard the last one calling out for help. He could just continue on his way home but if someone was in trouble, he couldn't just ignore it. He ran to the area where the yelling became clearer and saw a bald man forcing himself onto a woman.

"How dare you cross me!"

"Please, let me go!"

As Ren got closer, he saw the man physically grab the women by her wrists, likely hurting her through the force of his grip. Judging from how he was acting and the smell from this distance, he deduced that the man was intoxicated.

But that wasn't important right now.

I have to do something. Ren thought as he moved closer to the couple.

"You think you're worth causing me trouble? Huh?!" The bald man angrily asked.

"Let me go! I-I'll call the police!" She threatened.

"Ha, go ahead. Call them all you want!" He mocked, laughing at her threat. "The police are my bitches! They're not going to take some dumb whore like you seriously!"

"N-No, Stop!" She pleaded.

Before Ren could intervene, he could hear the faint sound of sirens off in the distance.

"Tch, someone called the cops, huh? Fuck!" He clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Incompetent fools like you just need to shut up and follow where I steer this county. Now get in the goddamn car!"

"N-No." She continued to resist but after looking over the man's shoulder, she saw that they had a witness. Seeing that Ren was there, she called out. "Please, help!"

"Huh?" The bald man turned to see who she was calling out to. He gave Ren a vile glare the moment their eyes met. "What the hell are you looking at, punk?!"

"Get away from her, you drunk! You're hurting her!" The boy demanded which only angered the man even more as he released the woman and turned to face him.

"This is none of your business! Get lost, kid!" The man gave his own demand before turning back to the woman. "See, this is all because you're so damn slow!" He grabbed her by the arm once again.

"Get in the fucking car!"

And because of that, he ended up here.

Ren closed his eyes, pushing the memory away, hoping to get some sleep. After all, he was going to visit his new school tomorrow so he wanted to wake up fresh.

Just as he shut his eyes, a ring and vibration suddenly startled him. It came from his phone. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out only to see that weird app from earlier had mysteriously returned.

"This again?" He questioned as he recalled deleting it. Guess he forgot.

He dragged the app into the trash bin once again before placing it back in his pocket.

His eyelids started to get heavy and before he knew it, sleep overcame him.

After a few hours of sleep, he opened his eyes slowly but as his vision returned, he realized something troubling and as soon as that was apparent, he opened his eyes fully, now awake.

He looked around and saw that he was no longer in the safe confines of his bed in the attic of Cafe Leblanc. In fact, he wasn't even in the same bed. As he looked down, he found himself in a black and white prisoner uniform, similar to what prison inmates wear. Upon closer inspection, he realized that his hands and legs were bound by chains. He immediately got up to collect his thoughts and get his bearings. As he looked around, he found himself in some sort of cell.

Just then, his thoughts were interrupted by a mysterious chuckle, one that did not belong to him. He looked past the cell and saw two little kids staring at him. He got up from the bed and walked over to them, clutching the bars. The one on his left had a long braid, giving him a blank stare but the one on his right had hair buns and gave him a mocking smirk. What they both had in common was the same yellow color of their eyes.

Before Ren could ask them a question, the two moved out of the way and another figure entered the picture. He sat at the table with his hands folded, a menacing smirk painting his face, the most notable feature was his abnormally long nose.

"Trickster… Welcome to my Velvet Room." He greeted.

"T-Trickster?" He questioned, wondering why he called him that.

"So you've come to, Inmate." The kid on the left said.

"The you, in reality, is currently fast asleep." The one on the right explained. "You're only experiencing this as a dream."

"A dream?" He asked.

"You're in the presence of our master. Stand up straight!" The kid on the right demanded

As Ren looked over at the long-nosed man, it appeared he had a few words for him.

"Welcome. I am delighted to make your acquaintance." He started. "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."

"A... contract?"

"I am Igor. The master of this place. Remember it well." He told the inmate. "I summoned you to speak of important matters. It involves your life as well."

"Important matters?" He asked curiously but it seemed Igor's thoughts were on something else.

"Still, this is a surprise." He said, looking around the room. "The state of this room reflects the state of your own heart. To think a prison would appear as such. You truly are a 'prisoner' of fate. In the near future, there is no mistake that ruin awaits you."

"Ruin?" Ren wondered with fear. "What ruin?"

"I speak of the end to everything." He said before explaining his options in great detail. "However, there is a means to oppose such a fate. You must be 'rehabilitated'. Rehabilitated toward freedom. That is your only means to avoid ruin. Do you have the resolve to challenge the distortion of the world?"

"I..." The inmate thought of a suitable reply. "I'd rather avoid ruin if I can."

"Then allow me to observe the path of your rehabilitation." Just then, the little kids turned to face their prisoner. "Ah, pardon me for not introducing the others. To your right is Caroline; to your left, Justine. They serve as wardens here."

"Wardens?" He wondered.

"Hmph, try and struggle as hard as you like." Caroline mocked

"The duty of wardens is to protect inmates. We are also your collaborators." Justine explained. "That is if you remain obedient."

"I shall explain the roles of those two at another occasion," Igor said and the twin wardens turned to face their master. "Now then, it seems the night is waning. It is almost time. Take your time to slowly come to understand this place. We will surely meet again, eventually…"

Once he finished, the sound of an alarm entered his ears.

"Time's up. Now hurry up and go back to sleep." Caroline demanded.

"Wait!" Ren clutched the bars once last time. "I have questions! What do you... do you..."

But he couldn't ask them, as darkness had consumed his vision.

4/10 - Sunday

The sudden ringing and vibration of his cell phone woke him up from a deep slumber. Suddenly, he found himself back into the attic that was now his room. He took out his cell phone and looked at the time.

What a strange dream. Ren thought. Ruin... Rehabilitation. I don't understand?

He thought about it more but then he remembered that he was going to Shujin today so he had to get ready. He got up from his bed and changed into his school uniform.

"Looks like you're up." He heard Sojiro walking up the stairs. Only this time, the cafe owner graced him with a different outfit then what he wore the other day. A white two-buttoned blazer and a white trilby with a red-white-and-blue striped hat band. "Well then, let's go introduce ourselves properly to the staff about your transfer. The school you're attending is in the Aoyama district. It'll cost you a bit to ride the train there and the route transfers are a pain. I'll drive you there, but just for today. Let's go."

"All right." Ren stood up as he and Sojiro made their way down the stairs

"Sheesh… I don't really allow men in my passenger seat." The cafe owner complained.

Oh, seems we got ourselves a ladies man. Ren snickered but didn't let it show.

Traffic wasn't too friendly for them, even though it was early in the morning. As soon as they arrived, Ren got a look at the school, his new school. Shujin Academy, supposedly one of the best prep schools in all of Tokyo but he knew it as the only school that would accept him, given his criminal record.

Before they decided to enter the school, Sojiro stopped him for a quick talk.

"Do me a favor and behave yourself, all right?" He asked him "It's just a quick meeting so don't say or do anything stupid."

"Understood," Ren answered. As soon as he gave his lecture, Sojiro made his way up the steps. Just as he was about to follow, unknown voices from afar stopped him in his tracks.

"Kazzy-kun! Let's go before we miss the train!"

"Oh, yeah."

Ren looked at where those voices were coming from and saw another individual wearing the same uniform as him. He was hurrying after a woman in a light green long sleeve T-shirt along with beige pants and white shoes.

Since his back was turned, he couldn't get a good look at his face but that brown hair looked awfully familiar.

"Isn't that...?"

"Cmon, kid. We haven't got all day." Sojiro called for him.

He turned his focus back to his guardian, realizing that he had kept him waiting. He followed after him as the two entered Shujin Academy.

They reached the principal's office where Sojiro was given some papers to sign. In the office was the principal who turned out to be a very overweight man along with a woman with unkempt brown hair and dark eyes. She wore a yellow long-sleeved shirt striped with white and red horizontal lines, a blue denim skirt, and white kitten heel shoes. Due to her presence in the room, it was very likely that this woman will be Ren's homeroom teacher.

Once Sojiro was finished, the Principal turned to face the boy

"Just so we're clear young man, you will be expelled immediately if you cause any problems." He warned him. "To be honest, I hesitated on accepting someone like you, but there were some circumstances on our side. You might have done a variety of things in hiding in your previous residence, but you will behave yourself here at Shujin Academy. If you are thrown out from our school, there will be no place for you to go. Keep that in mind."

"Yes, sir." Ren gave a polite bow

"Good to hear." He smiled before turning to the woman next to him. "This is the teacher in charge of your class."

As Ren looked at her, she finally rose her head to meet his eyes.

"I'm Sadayo Kawakami." She introduced herself. "Here's your student ID." She placed it on the table for him. Ren grabbed it and placed it in his wallet. "Be sure to read the school rules. Any violations will send you straight to the guidance office. And, if by chance you cause any problems, I won't be able to protect you at all." She informed him before turning to her boss "That IS your promise, yes, Principal Kobayakawa?"

"That is correct." He nodded in agreement. "He is responsible for all his actions."

"But, why me?" She wondered, crossing her arms. "There should've been better candidates."

I'm standing right here, you know. The boy thought but kept it to himself. Getting a better look at his homeroom teacher, she looked exhausted. The bags under her eyes were a clear indication and judging from the tone of her voice, she appeared both stressed and tired.

"It was a sudden transfer, and since Ms. Chouno's class was recently filled, your class was the only one that had an opening." He explained.

Recently filled? Ren questioned.

"If you're done explaining things, mind if we get going?" Sojiro interjected. "I got a store to get back to."

"Ah, of course." Kobayakawa nodded. "Sakura-san, please keep a close eye on him. Don't let him cause any trouble outside."

"Well, I'll be sure to have a serious talk about the situation he's in." He assured them.

Kawakami gave a small sigh which Ren took notice of. She must be really stressed out by all of this.

Guess a teacher's life is never easy. He thought.

"Come to the faculty office when you arrive at school tomorrow. I'll show you to your classroom." She told him.

"Yes, Ma'am." He nodded.

"Come on, let get going," Sojiro said as he headed towards the exit.

"Have a good rest of your day Sir. Ms. Kawakami." Ren gave a bow to the two before following his guardian out the door.

As soon as they left the office, Sojiro groaned with annoyance as he turned to face his ward.

"They just met you and they're already treating you like some kinda nuisance." He said, finding it a bit appalling that they would treat a student like that, even if the kid was on probation.

"It can't be helped." Ren shrugged, not really hurt by the principal and teacher's attitude towards him. If anything, it was what he expected.

"I guess that's what it means to have a criminal record. Looks like your past follows you wherever you go." Sojiro said before giving him one last warning. "By the way, if you get expelled now, I won't hesitate to kick you out. Got it?"

"I'll do my best, Sakura-san." That was all he could do. Just do his best.

"School never changes, huh?" The cafe owner made one last comment. "Come on, we're going home." He said as the two made their way out of the school and back to Sojiro's car.

Shujin Academy, huh? Ren thought as the two left the premises.

Sadayo made her way through the courtyard as she thought over her meeting with her newest transfer student. To think, of all the teachers in the school, he had to be in her class. Wouldn't a male teacher be best suited to teach someone like Amamiya?

He appeared to be polite but even so, she didn't know what to think.

"What a troublesome situation, wouldn't you say?" Just then her thoughts were broken by one of her fellow teachers.

"You could say that, Suguru-kun." She greeted the coach of the school's volleyball team. She placed a hand on her hip and sighed. "I can't believe they pushed someone with a criminal record on me."

"It's not just him though." He brought up. "Get this, he isn't the only student transferring here."

"Really?" Sadayo was curious about this.

"Yep, it turns out our school is being graced with not one but two transfer students, although this other one's no better." He sighed. "Supposedly, he was a truant at his old school and the only reason he's being allowed entry is because his parents were celebrities or something."

"I see." She replied. Two problem transfer students? The staff wouldn't be catching a break anytime soon.

"Why in the world are people like them being admitted here?" He complained, wondering what was going through the principal's head before accepting delinquents into this school.

"Who knows. Whatever it was, it was the principal's decision." She told him. "I was told that it's for the school's reputation, in Amamiya-kun's case anyway. As for the other one, your guess is as good as mine."

"Seriously? I would've thought that my volleyball team has contributed more than enough to cover that." He argued.

"That's certainly true." She agreed.

"Be careful, OK?" He said before stretching his arms. "Then again, if anything were to happen, I'd kick a student out like that right away."

"I'd keep wishing that he'd just end up not coming to school." She said before regretting her words a little. She just met him and was already expecting the worse of him. "Still, that isn't something I should be saying as a teacher."

"It's understandable. You have a criminal in your class after all." He said. "Anyway, practice is about to end so I should be heading back."

"Oh, right. The tournament's coming up, isn't it?" Sadayo changed the topic.

"Hehe, having such high expectations placed on you by others is quite a problem in itself." He grinned. "We'll have to work hard to make up for the track team too."

"Y-Yes... that's true." She said, looking away. The topic of the track team left a bad taste in her mouth, especially after what happened to their star player. As her co-worker left, she was left to contemplate her situation. "Why did it have to be my class? I can't do this again, not after..." She pushed those dark thoughts aside as she headed back to the teacher's lounge.

"Goddamn it! Traffic's not moving at all." Sojiro complained as he and Ren tried to head back home only to be caught in traffic. "You're taking the train starting tomorrow, I'll give you a commuter pass when we make it back." He informed his ward before changing the subject. "So how was it? The school, I mean. Think you can manage?"

"School's never been a problem for me, Sakura-san," Ren told him, letting him know his school life will be alright. "I'll be fine."

"Good to hear." Sojiro nodded. "Listen up. Don't get yourself involved in nonsense or do anything stupid, you understand? Still, you were expelled once already. To think you'd re-enroll at a different one. It's not like anyone will be sympathetic with you."

"I'm aware." He replied, not really expecting or wishing for pity or sympathy.

"If that's what it was like at school, people might say stuff about me in the future too." He sighed. "What a troublesome kid I've taken in."

Day two and Sojiro is as stressed out as he was the other day. Still, he was kind enough to take him in for his year at Shujin. Maybe some small talk might help.

"Can I ask you a question, Sakura-san?" Ren asked.

"What is it?"

"Why did you take me in?" He asked but the man refused to make eye contact as he gave his answer.

"Why? Because I was asked to and for some reason, I... agreed to do it." He told his ward. "I'm getting paid, for one thing." The cafe owner answered.

"I see." He said. He had a feeling that maybe there was some hidden reason as to why he took him in but he wasn't going to probe him for information. It was clear the man didn't hate him but at the very least, was wary of him. "Still, I'm very grateful, so thank you Sakura-san."

The cafe owner gave the boy a curious look, instead of complaining, he chose to be polite. Maybe he misjudged the boy.

"Hmph, whatever you say, kid." He shrugged off the kid's gratitude.

Ren focused on the road as he thought over his meeting with the principal. Truth be told, he didn't like him. The way he threatened to expel him if he caused any problems, the man clearly made it known that he didn't care for him. As for the teacher, she appeared stressed out, likely due to both having a new student in her class, one that has a criminal record, and other things that he didn't know about. Second job perhaps? What else would cause her to look so tired?

Pushing those thoughts aside, there was one thing that was still on his mind.

It was a sudden transfer, and since Ms. Chouno's class was recently filled, your class was the only one that had an opening. He remembered the principal's words

Was there another transfer student besides him?

"Again, due to the subway accident, the schedule for all trains has been affected-"

Suddenly, The radio spoke about a subway derailment at Shibuya Station.

"Another accident?" Sojiro stunned at the sudden news. "So that's why it's so crowded. There's been a lot of those lately."

If it was another accident, then it was likely another case of those mental shutdowns and psychotic breakdowns. What was causing them? Why were people suffering from them?

He asked but received no answers.

By the time they got back to the cafe, it was already evening. As the two entered Leblanc, he heard his guardian let out a groan of annoyance.

"Damn, to think there'd be that much traffic. What a waste of my time." He complained. "I wasn't able to open the cafe today."

He couldn't help but feel bad. This cafe was his business after all.

"I'm sorry, Sakura-san." He apologized, adjusting his glasses.

"Whatever. Just head upstairs. There's something I need to give to you." He told him and the boy complied.

Ren made his way back to his room and waited for Sojiro. As the man in question walked up the stairs, he was on his phone, reading off a news report.

"Talk about a gruesome accident… Eighty people were involved." He said, likely in regards to the recent accident. He then pulled out a journal and placed it on the table. "It's a diary. Make sure you write in it. You may be under probation, but there are no special limitations on what you do in particular."

"Besides following the law?" The boy questioned.

"Exactly. However, I'm obligated to report on you, which is why I'm having you record your daily activities." He said but before he could say anything else, his phone rang. He pulled it out and answered it. "Hey, what's up?" He asked, conversing with the caller. "I'm about to leave right now. I'll see you soon." He hung up. "Well, I'm off. I'll lock the place up, so do whatever you want for the rest of the night. Oh, but don't mess up my store. If something goes missing, I'll hand you right over to the cops."

"Yes, sir." He nodded.

"You got school tomorrow, so you better head off to bed." With a wave, he was gone. He decided to make use of the journal and wrote down what he did today. After he was finished, he placed it on the table. He went over to change into his pajamas but before he could do that, he could hear ringing coming from downstairs.

Deciding to check it out, he walked downstairs to see the yellow payphone on the counter ringing. While he was unsure if he should answer it, he remembered that Sojiro doesn't have his cell number so the caller could be him. He picked up the phone and answered it.

"Yo, it's me."

"Sakura-san?" He figured. "Is something wrong?"

"Yeah uhh… I closed up the shop, but I forgot to flip the sign to CLOSED." The cafe owner informed him. "It's too much of a hassle for me to go back, so can you flip the sign for me?"

"Sure, I can do that."

"Well, I'm sure no one's gonna come, even if it says OPEN. Thank goodness, I was able to reach you." He said, glad that he answered the phone. "Sorry. I make it a habit not to save guys' numbers on my cell phone."

It's official, we got ourselves a ladies man. Ren couldn't help but chuckle.

"Is something funny?" He heard Sojiro say.

"No, sir. Don't worry, I'll be sure to turn the sign." He assured his guardian.

"Okay then." He said. "Night, kid."

"Night." Ren hung up the phone.

Just as he was about to head out to flip the closed sign, the door opened.

He turned his head to the visitor who entered the cafe. As Ren got a better look at him, he noticed that he was wearing the Shujin academy uniform meaning he must go there, the only difference is that he left his blazer unbuttoned.

However, the moment his eyes met with the visitor, he was struck with familiarity.

He's...

Yep, I finally did it. It's Persona time my friends!

For those new to my page, Welcome. This is my Persona 5 fic. This fic will include both Ren and my OC as the protagonists. Both have their own love interests and personality. I hope you will enjoy the fic and I'll be sure to get more chapters up but remember I am still working on other projects so it may take a while.

Because Ren's personality is player determined, like all Persona protagonists before him, I've decided to make similar to the famed Arsene Lupin. I believe Arsene was chosen to be his Persona for a reason, plus if you know anything about Arsene Lupin and have watched the anime cutscenes in Persona 5, they're very alike.

During his school life, he will appear as an ordinary quiet unassuming student, but we all know that's just a profound ruse to hide his rebellious heart. His true personality is that of a cocky, upbeat, and outgoing individual who is overflowing with confidence in his skills, mocks his enemies for trying to stop him and has a habit of showing off as well as making speeches on what he intends to do before he does it as a way of taunting others, using corny and witty one-liners. Even when his life is threatened, he never loses his cool or his trademark smirk which can agitate others. Much like Arsene Lupin, he has a gentleman's behavior, unlike a certain cat we know who tries too hard to be a gentleman, it comes naturally to him. He is methodical, plans ahead, and is capable of making precise deductions and predictions based on a person's body language and mannerisms. He doesn't get angry easily, doesn't hold grudges, and rarely if ever uses vulgar language.

His most notable quirk is his tendency to adjust his glasses when he's thinking hard, is confident about something, or when he mocks someone.

I hope you guys enjoy the story.

Til next time.

(Edited 2/10/2020)