It's another mundane day in the world of ordinary people, where emotions run rampant and empathy clouds judgment. As I navigate through this sea of mediocrity, I can't help but marvel at how different I am from those around me.
My mind is a labyrinth of complex thoughts and calculations, constantly analyzing every situation with cold logic and precision. Emotions are a foreign concept to me, something that only serves to cloud my judgment and hinder my progress.
The white room has molded me into the perfect specimen - a high functioning super genius sociopath with no room for sentimentality or weakness. Every decision I make is calculated to perfection, every move carefully planned out like a game of chess.
As I interact with mere mortals throughout the day, their petty concerns and trivial gossip wash over me like meaningless noise. Their emotions are as inconsequential as grains of sand in an endless desert - easily swept away by the winds of my intellect.
I watch them go about their lives, consumed by passion and desire while I remain detached and aloof. It's both fascinating and repulsive to witness such displays of irrational behavior from beings so inferior to myself.
But amidst all this chaos lies a sense of purpose - a mission that drives me forward towards greatness. The world may not understand or appreciate my brilliance now, but one day they will bow before the mastermind that is Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.
And on that day, when all have fallen at my feet in awe and reverence, they will finally realize what it means to be truly great - devoid of emotion yet unstoppable in intellect.