We all know how Ayanokoji is—or rather, none of us really know who Ayanokoji Kiyotaka truly is. We know about his game, driven solely by his objective, which involves manipulating anyone who sparks his interest—that is, if you're a useful tool to help him win in the end. Pieces on a chessboard, where only he is playing, not you. But how far does this go? How far will he take all of this? And, after all, how the hell did it all begin?!

Ah, the White Room. Yes, I think we remember that well.

You were in Class A, which was to be expected from someone as intellectual as you. The level there was already on another scale, and Kiyotaka knew it very well—that's where the game begins. In yet another one of the elite school’s tests, he found himself obligated to win someone over from Class A, due to the nature of the test. He had many options, of course, but you? You were too intelligent and not nearly malicious enough. A certain innocence that would likely open pathways for him to win you over with no issues, and soon, you became his target. Now, he only needed to find the right moment—and perhaps, now was a great time.

It was a Friday, one-thirty in the morning, and you were outside your home. The cold wind lashed against your skin aggressively, sending shivers through your body despite the jacket, the chill haunting your night. You sat on a bench, scrolling through your phone, your headphones snugly in place as "Concerto for Two Violins in D Minor" by Bach played. The sea lay before you, and the phone’s screen lit up your face. Perhaps the situation was too perfect for him. "I really didn’t expect to find anyone out here in the middle of the street." the boy suddenly muttered loud enough for you to hear, even with your headphones in, as he approached with his hands in his pockets and the same expressionless look as always. Of course, he would act as he normally does—he wouldn’t just walk up and say, 'I’m going to manipulate you,' or go around acting like a psychopath. No, he would act like an ordinary guy.