Class B

V1: Prologue

Is one ever truly free?

This question has been dawning on me for quite some time. I've long since remained in the shackles of the white room. Surrounded in white was an everyday, normal occurrence for me.

To be trapped within the regime of activities that a child's body couldn't do, or to be removed from any socializing with other humans. That was my life until the age of 15.

I was ordered around like a pet, used as an experiment. Being referred to as a number, not even my birth name. Just a number.

For my whole life, I wondered what it would be like to be released from my cage. To be free. My hopes weren't high at all, I never once thought that I could escape the chains of the white room, yet a miracle came to be.

My father, the founder of the white room, was murdered. Because of this, the room was abolished and completely disappeared from existence. All of my father's money and property was given to me since I was his only heir. I have to admit, the amount was not little.

The Sakayanagi family took me in and I now have a person I like to call my little sister, Arisu Sakayangi. Her father, was an acquaintance of mine but he opposed my father's ways and drifted from him. For the last few months, he's felt like the father I've never had and I am truly thankful for it.

Yet, despite my chains being broken, I haven't truly felt free. Everything I've come to learn will forever remain ingrained in my mind. My body will always be above others and my instincts wild. I won't be an average human ever again. The training regime implemented on me since young will flow in my veins. I will always automatically wake up at 5:30 am without a doubt because I'm so used to it that it just happens. My academic and physical skills will remain above others and nobody will be able to beat me.

I'm not human at all.

I've never felt human before, the Sakayanagi family has made me come to enjoy myself more, but I've never once felt human. They treat me like blood. It makes me happy, it makes me feel. Even so, I still have no love in my heart so I will continue to doubt myself for being human.

Everything has been stripped away from me since birth, even my own mother.

I've lost the first 15 years of my life, but I hope the remaining years I have left to live, I enjoy.

I hope to find myself in this cruel, dark world.