Devil From Below, Angel From Above

Prologue: White Room

White. That was all my senses could perceive--- Cold, empty and hollow. White, is a colour I see, live and endure in everyday.

The White Room, founded by my father, presented itself as a research facility to nurture children, atleast that was what it was on the outside. If you looked at it from a outsider's perspective, it seemed like a innocent project that was aimed to nurture children in terms of academic abilities and foster their growth.

Atleast, on the outside of course. If you had seen the inside of these walls, the only thing you'll see is tears of anguish and despair. Like tools, we are treated as test subjects, experiments to be molded into the whims of the instructors. It was like survival of the fittest in it's most brutal form.

Children here were forced to participate in mentally and physically challenging trials. In this competitive environment, the children here were stripped of their emotional attachments and empathy. All with the sole purpose of creating a generation of "perfect, flawless" children.

The children here are instilled with a mindset, that all human interactions are nothing more but a opportunity to gain a tactical advantage. That was the mindset they drilled into us at a very young age. A heavily competitive environment where the weak are faced with dire consequences for failing any tasks given by the White Room, the children here are forced to adopt such a mindset, in order to survive, to live to see another day, and inevitably, falter.

The potential psychological impact inflicted on to these children is extremely fatal, yet the White Room will do anything to create products far superior than the normal human, disregarding all humanity and morality into this project in the process.

Everyday, I felt hollow. Emotionless. Apathetic. Like a robot mindlessly following it's owner's commands. The peer pressure of the physically challenging tasks had forced me into a state of numbness, of sorrow I could no longer feel.

Perfection, is nothing more but a abstract concept. Something that simply doesn't exist, no matter how you look at it. It's a word that lacks a concrete, universally accepted definition that exists more as a theoretical idea, rather than a tangible idea.

An ideal state of having no flaws is simply a unattainable goal, simply because it doesn't exist. All humans exist with a specific flaw, a specific defect that we, have to accept. There's always room for improvement, but there are some things that will always feel "incomplete" or "flawed" depending on perspective.