I waited patiently for the person I'd called as I sat on the bench.
It was well into the night by now, but only to the point where the early sleepers would begin to turn it for the night.
It was cold too.
"Huh."
Some hot air escaped my mouth as I made the sound.
I lifted a hand, the colour on it fading away to pale due to how long I'd been outside.
I only just realized how cold it was.
"Shizukana." A low voice called out to me from the darkness.
I looked to my right, and smiled warmly at the man who walked under the light of a lamppost.
He was dressed warmly, how smart of him.
"Hey, pops."
It was Chairman Sakayanagi.
He returned my smile, walking over to sit down next to me.
"Are you not cold?" He asked.
"...I am, I just didn't notice it until now."
"I see, your mind has been elsewhere I presume?"
"...Yeah."
He seemed to notice my lack of energy, and was just looking at me in slight confusion.
"...I'm afraid I am not quite on your level, Shizukana. I can not tell what is wrong with you currently. Would you like to talk about it?"
"That would help, a lot."
I leaned back, trying to sort out the mess I had in my head.
First off, Creator of Demons.
This is what Atsuomi called me, and also said that I'd be useful in his plans to make the White Room better.
Due to this I came to the conclusion that after my dad figured out my potential, I had become something alike to an instructor there.
"Chairman, how up to date are you on what I know of my past?"
"Unless you have discovered something only recently, either you or Arisu kept me updated on the matter."
"...About how much would you say you know about my past?"
His expression broke for a moment, and he lifted a hand to take off his glasses.
He folded them up, before placing them in his lap.
"I see."
He looked forward, across the waters.
"I know enough."
"In that case, I'm going to ask some questions, please try to answer as simply as possible, without giving too much away."
"I understand."
"My first question is this. After my potential was discovered, was I or was I something alike to an instructor in the White Room?"
"You were something alike to one, yes."
I nodded.
I was something alike to an instructor? I've seen how my past self acts, he's arrogant, and self-centred, but has a drive about him that makes him want to be the best. He can't tolerate the idea of someone being better than him in something, but at the same time wants others to be at his level.
This must mean... that if I wasn't an instructor per se, I was something like an advisor?
Wait.
"Do you know about my eyes?" I asked.
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