I find myself once again consumed by thoughts of my past, a past that seems shrouded in mystery and darkness. The White Room, where I spent the early years of my life, continues to haunt me with its cold walls and relentless training.
My memories are fragmented, distorted by the experiments and tests conducted on me. I was groomed to be a perfect specimen - devoid of emotion, empathy or any form of weakness. My intellect was honed to perfection while my humanity was stripped away piece by piece.
The faces of those who trained me blur together in my mind - cold instructors who saw me as nothing more than a project; fellow students who were either rivals or pawns in the grand scheme unfolding within those white walls.
As time passes and I navigate through the complexities of society outside the White Room, I am constantly reminded of how different I am from others. Emotions are foreign concepts to me, relationships seem like unnecessary burdens, yet there is a part deep within that longs for connection - even if it is just fleeting moments shared with someone else.
I have learned to adapt and blend in seamlessly with those around me, wearing masks that hide my true nature beneath layers of calculated indifference. It is both a survival mechanism and a way to observe human behavior up close without being noticed for what I truly am.
But sometimes, late at night when all is quiet and stillness envelops everything around me, fragments of memories resurface unbidden. Flashes of pain intermingled with moments where hope flickered briefly before being extinguished once more flood my mind. And amidst it all lies a question that lingers like an echo: Who am I really?
The journey towards unraveling my past is one fraught with obstacles and uncertainties. But perhaps through introspection and self-discovery, I can begin to piece together the puzzle that makes up Ayanokoji Kiyotaka - mastermind from the White Room demonic generation 4th.