White, it was the first thing he ever saw.
The White Room is a facility that was made for the purpose of making artificial geniuses to rule japan.
Though this facility has barely been running not more than 10 years, its mission has been going succes...
A brown haired boy wearing an apathetic face asked a girl with light blue hair tied in a ponytail with blue eyes.
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"Hm, Shizuko-chan? Oh you must be Ayanokouji, who was gonna perform with her right?"
He simply just nodded his head.
"Well, she should be here about now but she usually always 5 minutes late so you arrived a bit early."
"I see, then can I play while I wait?"
He gestured to the keyboard in the room, it looked brand new.
"Sure you can, Shizuko-chan said you'll be great so I can't wait to hear."
"I haven't really played for her yet, so I don't know why she has the high opinion of my ability."
"Eh, I wouldn't be too sure, Shizuko-chan has a great sense for people so your defiantly gonna be great."
She said with a flash grin.
"Then I'll try to live to her expectation, umm.."
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you my name, I'm Handa Miwa from Class 3-A, nice to meet ya Ayanokouji-kun!"
She said raising out her hand.
"(So she's from the president's class.)"
He though as he takes her hand.
"Nice to meet you to senpai."
"Eto, senpai, not that it bothers me but I noticed there wasn't a piano here."
Looking at the room, there was just a keyboard.
"Oh yeah, umm well the thing is..."
She averted her eyes from him and started to badly whistle.
"Someone just got a tad bit angry and threw the piano out of the window."
Her voice sounding that of a mouse.
"Someone threw the piano?"
She just nodded her head and pointed to a window.
Walking to the direction and looking down from the window, he sees a destroyed piano on the street.
"....."
"....."
"Well anyways, I gotta go get the new piano but I'll be back later so that I hear you guys play see ya!"
And with that she ran.
"...How?"
But it seemed like the boy just can't move on, on how piano just go thrown out of the window, and the wall was fine and who could even lift a piano, adrenaline can give people to lift cars but those are in life and death situations so how did someone throw it with rage.
