I was always the best of the best in my head but in reality, I was nothing but a stump nobody noticed me nobody was there for me I was all alone my parents wanted the best for me so they'd beat me until I did the right thing. I would be beat all day every day until I got it right. One day I stopped. My father told me "you've done well my boy" then he hit me harder and faster than before I couldn't cry nor could I scream because there was nobody to help me. I wished day in and day out that someone would help me but every time I was looked at like a psycho. Nobody believed me nobody cared for me. They viewed my father as someone who wouldn't hurt a single soul. No scars were left and no guilt was shown all that was left was the blood on my father's hands that nobody else could see but me. I ran away far away Somewhere where nobody would find me. So I went to America the land of freedom. There I met the love of my life she was Japenese like me but she had learned English. She showed me around. We would go on dates and then one day I asked her to marry me. She said yes and for 5 months we were happy together in our own house until she got prego. I was going to have a child of my own I was happy.
9 months later-
My son had been born and she named him Kiyotaka Ayanokoji. As we walked out of the hospital a gunshot had been heard and the next thing I knew my wife was dead on the floor. I cried and I screamed no hope was left for anything I was just dead inside. I heard wailing it was my son crying I then understood what I had to do. I sold the house and then flew back to Japan. I became the heir and gained all the money and started an institution called the White room. I did it all for my son. Parents who didn't want their kids sent them to the white room for them to be smarter and better than before. I would conduct experiments on the children that were there even my own. Most died some got sent back but the only one that remained was Kiyotaka. He never smiled nor did he laugh it was like he knew the outcome and suffered it. That was something I produced and I'm proud of it. "Are you watching over me dear can you see our son I did it for you all for you".
His wife
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