And I'm a terrorist. [He smirks at that - it's obviously some kind of inside joke - but he also doesn't look like he's lying.] Whoever's picking people to save the magical city in another world has no idea what they're doing.

[He leans against the nearest wall, toying absently with his lighter; the flame lengthens and wraps itself around his hand, then resolves into a steady pool of flickering fire in his palm.]

So what is Persona, then, and why do I supposedly need it?