What comes to your mind when you remember your family, your loved ones? Personally, I can only remember two people in my life who were related to me by blood. Fortunately or unfortunately, I haven't seen them for a long time.
The last time I saw my mother was when I was just 10 years old. At that time, I was already actively involved in the White Room project, my place was in the fourth generation. It seems to me that I coped better than others in almost everything, so the top line of the rating was always mine. I was taught a lot of things. I learned: the history of the world, many languages, mathematical science, calligraphy, music, the processes of tea ceremonies, all this was in my power. I was trained in self-defense, attack, tactics, I could kill any person if I wanted to. Fortunately or unfortunately, I didn't want anything then.
My mom finally decided to get me out of the White Room, she wanted me to know the real normal world, not clean white walls. She wanted me to see how ordinary people live, not subjects in this white world. She wanted me to have friends, not instructors praising me for my excellent results.
Then my father really allowed it. I wasn't sure what he wanted to achieve, but he allowed my mother to come and see me and tell me about these unrealistic desires. Then my father gave me a choice, he confronted me with the fact that I could leave the White Room if I wanted, but I could also stay in it and continue my studies in order to make his hopes and dreams come true.
The choice was very simple, it was not easy to make it. Just kidding, actually, it was pretty damn easy, but not for a normal person. Fortunately, I'm not human at all.
–It's time to make a decision, Kiyotaka.
Next to me on the right side was my mother, and on the left my father. There were also two other people behind my father: an instructor with a clipboard and a bodyguard. There was another person in this small room who was sitting right in front of me on his knees. It was a girl my age who was also part of the fourth generation of the White Room subjects. Her hands and feet were tied very tightly, which is why she couldn't move or even stand on her feet. I would have liked to help her and free her, but there was no point in that.
Even though we had been studying in the same generation for many years, I still didn't even know her name. Although no, I think her name is Shizuku Suzuki or something. In general, I don't care.
Her beautiful eyes twinkled slightly when she looked at me, but why? What was the reason she let her tears come out? Was it me? Was it the environment around us? Or maybe it's because she was tied up and dragged here.
"So, Kiyotaka, do you know this girl's name?"
My father asked me about it, and my mother looked at me with an excited face. To be honest, it was strange to see her without the lab coat she usually wears. This suggests that she has a day off today.
"I think her name is Shizuku Suzuki, but I'm not really sure.
I supposedly called her name and, fortunately, hit the nail on the head when my father nodded to me with satisfaction. Still, I was able to remember such a useless name.
- That's right, this girl studied with you in the fourth generation all these years, and today is her last day of classes. Unfortunately, everything depends not on her, but on you.
Does it all depend on me? So I have to somehow finish her training here? Should I release her and let her go, or should I finish her off as a defective product? What a difficult choice.
- So, are you ready for this?
My father put a gun in my hands, which he took from his bodyguard. It was one of the simplest versions of small arms, however, the killing power is still great enough to deprive a person of life with one shot. Judging by the weight, the gun is loaded with only one cartridge, which is quite symbolic.
