Masterpiece in Shadow Slave
The name Ayanokouji Kiyotaka is a burden spoken in a thousand different tones.
Some whisper it with a trembling fear that chills the air.
Others spit it out with an envy that tastes like poison.
Many curse him in fits of blind anger.
Yet, in the long history of his existence, no soul has ever called out to him with true warmth unless they had a reason to use him.
He wants to change. He craves the ability to cry until his chest aches, to laugh until he forgets his past, and to feel a spark of genuine anger like a normal person.
He does not want to remain a hollow shell. He is the finished masterpiece of a legacy he utterly despises.
Just as he had touched the edges of peace during his year at ANHS, the world shifted.
Just as his life began to bleed into color, washing away the blinding, sterile white, it was stolen.
Just like that.
He fell into a deep unconsciousness, and when his eyes opened, he was trapped once more by everything he tried to escape.
He woke up surrounded by a nightmare where winning is the only metric of survival. In this place, your methods are irrelevant and your morality is a liability.
He is back in a cycle of kill or be killed.
He does not want this.
He does not want to become the monster he spent his freedom trying to bury.
He just needed silence. He just needed peace.
Yet, despite the loathing in his heart, he cannot stop himself from playing this game of death.
He calculates. He manipulates. He destroys.
With every passing second, he loses a fragment of the person he hoped to become.
He knows his ending is fated to be a tragedy written in cold blood.
I welcome you to a journey where the Masterpiece of the White Room tries to find his own happiness within the suffocating darkness of Shadow Slave.
Try is a very strong word for a man already dead inside.
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Classroom of the Elite belongs to Kinugasa
Shadow Slave belongs to Guilty3