𝔄𝔏𝔏 𝔄𝔏𝔒𝔑𝔈

𝔉ℜ𝔈𝔈𝔇𝔒𝔐

The haunting echoes of footsteps echoed through the empty hallway, growing louder and more ominous with each passing second. The creaking floorboards seemed to groan in protest under the weight of the approaching figure. Suddenly, a sharp knock shattered the silence, sending shivers down his spine.

He then drags a chair and gets on top of it to see through the peephole, His heart pounding in his chest, only to be met with the sight of a familiar middle-aged man, his face shrouded in shadows. His crisp, tailored suit and polished briefcase seemed out of place in this abandoned, decrepit building.

The man knocked again, more urgently this time, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. But as he hesitated, the knocking turned into a pounding, as if the man was trying to break down the door.

His mind raced with fear and uncertainty. Who was this stranger, and what did he want? The once-familiar sounds of the city outside now seemed distant, leaving you feeling trapped and vulnerable. As the pounding continued, he knew that you had to make a decision - let the man in, or face the unknown terrors that lurked outside.

The sound of the door being battered down was deafening, filling the small room with a sense of terror that was impossible to ignore. Kiyotaka huddled in the corner, his heart pounding as he tried to hide from the man on the other side. "Come out, Kiyotaka," the man's voice was cold and cruel, sending chills down the boy's spine.

With shaking hands, Kiyotaka slowly opened the door, revealing the dark figure looming on the other side. His father, dressed in a crisp, tailored suit and carrying a briefcase, towered over him, his expression void of any warmth or compassion.

"What do you want?" Kiyotaka's voice quivered as he looked up at the man who was supposed to protect him. But his father's response was anything but reassuring. "It's time," he said, his tone as cold as ice. "Get to the facility."

Kiyotaka's heart sank at the mention of the facility. He had been there before, and the memories of the cruel experiments and tests that were performed on him and the other children were burned into his mind. The facility was a place of unspeakable horrors, where children were treated like lab rats and discarded like trash.

As he was dragged away from his home and into the darkness, Kiyotaka knew that he was being sentenced to a fate worse than death. The thought of the suffering that awaited him at the facility was too much to bear, and he prayed that somehow, someway, he would be able to escape the horrors that awaited him.

~|~|~|~

The boy's life had been stolen from him. Years had passed, and he had become nothing more than a shell of his former self. The once-vibrant child had been silenced by the horrors of the facility, or as they called it, the "white room".

The experiments had taken their toll on him, leaving him emotionless and numb. The countless deaths and failures that he had witnessed had become his reality, and he no longer had the capacity to feel fear or pain. He simply existed, following orders from the twisted researchers and his own father.

The white room was a place of unimaginable terror. It was where children were subjected to cruel and inhumane experiments, where their bodies were broken and their minds shattered. The boy had seen it all, and it had left him with nothing but emptiness.

His father, the one person who was supposed to protect him, had become his captor. The man's eyes were cold and calculating, devoid of any hint of humanity. He had sold his own son's soul to the facility, trading his life for the promise of scientific breakthroughs.

As the boy stood in the sterile, featureless white room, he knew that there was no escape. He was trapped in a nightmare from which there was no waking up. The only thing that remained was the cold, unfeeling obedience that had become his only defense against the horrors that awaited him.

~|~|~|~

As he approached his 19th birthday, he couldn't shake the feeling that something ominous was brewing. And then, out of the blue, his father summoned him - a rare occurrence that filled him with unease. He rose from his seat, and made his way to his father's office.

He knocked, but there was no answer. He pauses for a moment before pushing the door open, revealing his father sitting at his desk. The man looked up and met his son's gaze with an icy stare.

"What do you want?" his son asked, his voice filled with no emotion, like a robot.

His father's lips twisted into a smile, but there was no warmth in it. "I'll get straight to the point," he said. "You've endured years of torture and training. And now, my boy, you've become the perfect human."

"Is that all?" he asked, but his father's response was cold and calculated. "Oh, no," he said. "That's just the beginning." He pauses before smirking abit more.

"You will be enrolling into a prestigious highschool..but you'll be in first year.."

"First year? But I'm already 19?"

"Yes I know, but this school is going to be testing your strength and your qualities. to see if you really are the perfect human"

The boy stands there unfazed and nonchalantly before sighing and looks at his father emotionless..

"When will I enroll?" He asks, his father's smirk becoming more bigger, and more excited?

"In three days, tomorrow you will have your entrance exam and interview,"

Kiyotaka nods his head in understanding before looking up at his father again.

"But it still doesn't explain why i'm in the first years"

His father chuckles slightly before clearing his throat.

"I've talked to a friend there who is the chairman of the school, we talked about it and after some convincing. He accepted it and lets you enroll in your first year"

"But why?"

"Simple really, you've got three years to conquer that school and completely rule over it..or you can just live a normal school life, but even if you do, it'd be impossible with a school like it" he says, laughing a little before looking at his son with a piercing look. Before he smirks again and gestures to him to leave…

As the boy left the room, He closed the door behind him and leaned against it. For a moment, he allowed himself to revel in the thrill of the unknown.

He couldn't deny that a small part of him was looking forward to whatever his father had in store. It was a chance to escape the monotony of his life, to experience something new and thrilling. And yet, he knew deep down that this excitement was dangerous - it was the kind of thrill that could lead him down a dark path, one that he might never be able to come back from.

As he stood there, lost in thought, he couldn't shake the feeling that his life was about to change in ways that he could never have imagined. The unknown lay ahead of him, and he was just emotionless at the prospect of what was to come.