White Room of the Elite

Chapter 3: Worst Reunion by Chance

A/N: I know I haven't updated since March, well that's because I quit. But since I checked my dms and comments, it was flooded with "update?" And well I thought I'd share at least this with y'all. I still quit writing but I just want to release this unfinished draft of what would the next chapter been like. 

"So, how did you and your classmates enjoy this Brand New World?"

I stared at the man, mirroring his emotionless eyes with my own.

The man was in a light brown suit, with his slicked back hair, sitting on his office chair, treating it like a throne. The man known as 'Professor Ayanokouji'. The man who is the owner of the White Room.

My very own father.

"To be honest with you, I really don't know what to say at this point. You could've just waited until I graduated, didn't really need to bring all of my classmates here along with me." I said

I was already planning to return back to the White Room, after I graduated from the Advance Nurturing High School. But it seems that my father grew impatient. But to drag my classmates with me is really odd.

Just how low he's willing to go, just to take me back?

"Wait for you? No, I couldn't possibly do that after all you needed to come back to the White Room. There's still much for you to learn here, much more you can experience." He complained.

The man looked dead into my eyes, trying his best to intimidate me.

"There's nothing in the White Room that I haven't excelled in. The White Room doesn't teach me anything new, I've learned everything that the White Room has to offer me. I need basic human interaction." I countered.

I mean, what I've said is true, during the mixed training camp, I couldn't perform basic trivial actions. In the end, it doesn't matter if I stick to the White Room or not, because either way I wouldn't learn anything useful.

The only reason why this man wants me back, is to have undisputable control over me.

"Hah!" Father laughed.

He continued to speak after his outburst.

"It doesn't really matter, do you think I would let you leave on your own accord. After all, I need you under my control when I make you into the most powerful politician." Father said.

"Do you honestly think I'll work for you? Even after everything you've done to me, and my classmates nonetheless? One day, the truth will be revealed, I already know what will happen to me-" I paused.

I stared directly at my Father's eyes.

"But what will happen to you?" I continued.

I decided to aggravate him, not just for my own amusement. But also as a legitimate question, since he has to have a plan, if I decided to betray him later on in the future.

"..."

He didn't respond, even though he knew of my capabilities. He decided to think about his next choice of words very carefully, he might have full control of the situation. But can the same be said for later on down the road?

He opened his mouth, and began to speak.

"Even though I know my downfall is inevitable, the real question is, what will happen to your classmates?" He hissed.

A vein popped on his forehead, he seemed frustrated at not being able to make a response to my previous question. He continued to look forward straight into my empty eyes. He thought he captured me in checkmate with his question.