White Room of the Elite

Prologue: Familiar White

I woke up.

I took a look around me. 

As I turned my head, I viewed the while tiles of the ceiling, in a way it's kind of nostalgic. The floors were white, and so were the walls. Everything in my sight was the color white. I recognize this box shape room.

The place of my upbringing "White Room".

So I'm back here, huh?

Obviously I'm not at the Advanced Nurturing High School.

Tsukishiro must've drugged me. Although it's not something he would normally do, it probably doesn't change the fact that he could do it. He probably would if he was that desperate. I conclude that my father grew impatient and demanded a faster alternative to capture me.

Shame, if only I studied more into the types of drugs and built my immune system's defense. I would've likely not been in this situation. But in the "White Room" I've already built my body tolerance to poisons and other drugs. They must've used something native.

I stood up from the ground.

I began to search the room. Although it was a box shape room, it was quite spacious. I walked towards the wall, and placed my hands along it. Dragging my hands on the wall as I moved. I noticed one thing.

There were no doors, or windows.

But that couldn't be the case. After all they would need to deliver me some type of edible food and a clean drinking source. Also for me to train and build my muscles. They would need to raise me some way or another.

As my hand stroked the wall, it found something out of place.

Although it seems there is nothing out of the ordinary with the wall. It's camouflage to the point where even I couldn't tell it wasn't a wall, with my sight.

In front of me was a one way mirror. Well without the mirror, basically a one way window.

Normally most people would need to turn off the lights and push a light source to see the other side. But in my case I couldn't do that since the light source illuminating this room is not under my control.

But obviously seeing how valuable I am, considering I was the success of the "Demonic 4th Generation" they would keep a fine eye on me at all times. The amount of investment for my upbringing is not something that they could just throw away. 

They had to be keeping an eye on me, whether it's my father or some other staff members.

However there was only one way I could test this theory.

I put my hands around my neck and it's a tight grip.

I began to strangle myself.

I made sure I didn't put enough pressure to break my vocal cords but just enough to change the color of my skin.

"Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, I would recommend that you would stop your actions now."

A voice announced from some type of intercom or speaker. It was also camouflaged into the ceiling. The voice was neither my father nor Tsukishiro.

I was right, someone was monitoring me.

However I did not stop.

My grip tightened, only by just a little bit.

*SLAM*

Before I could continue with my bluff suicide the door slammed open.

Five personal security guards came in, the entryway they had come in was a door reminiscent of a hidden passageway you would see in a lot of Media. The guards were armed. Against firearms I couldn't do much, except obey.

"Follow me." The Security guard commanded.

I dropped my hands from my neck and walked towards them with my arms in the air.

The other security guards surrounded me, however they did it as to protect me, not to threaten me which I found interesting. It seems that old man still wants to protect me, however I'm sure that's not the case.

[30 minutes after walking down hallways to their destination]

I walked towards the metallic door to which it automatically opened itself.

So is this my new training room? It couldn't be much better, since I already know everything, education wise. Before I stepped in, the security guard pulled me aside.

"Wait here, someone is coming. He demanded to see you." The Guard spoke.

I nod my head.

I waited for a while. Then I began to hear footsteps closing behind me. The movement could only belong to one specific person. It's about time he shows up. I moved my head up to see the figure in front of me.

"Well hello Kiyotaka." Tsukishiro greeted.

"..."

I didn't speak.

"Not much of a talker? Anyways you know what this is about and what's going to happen from now on, correct? I shouldn't need to explain things you already know." Tsukishiro glared.

"..." I didn't reply but instead nodded my head again.

"Don't blame me for this, it shouldn't be like this. I sympathize with you and your classmates to some extent. However."

Tsukishiro suddenly placed his hands on my shoulders, gripping it.

"It's your fault we took things to this extent. Now other people will have to suffer from your actions. The more the merrier right?" Tsukishiro finished,

Why did he bring up my classmates? Others will sacrifice from my actions? The more the merrier?

I could only draw one conclusion from his statement and I really wish I was wrong.

Tsukishiro motioned to the door.

I walked through the door. The white led light blinds me. The smell of a room in a science lab that has been freshly sanitized. The classroom-like room filled with desks. Stepping inside it was a blank room, with one exception. 

The one thing I hope to be wrong about.

You're unforgivable. I'll slaughter all of you for bringing them into this.

"Where are we?"

"Ken, hold me I'm scared!"

"Everyone keep calm, Horikita and I will decide our next action."

"Is this a special exam?"

"Why are we in white hospital gowns? Wait My phone's gone!"

"Mine is too!"

Absolutely unforgivable.

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