Straight A's, sharp skills, a diligent mind...

To his peers, Langston already seems like the 'perfect' student– Always coming out on top with the highest marks possible. They never bothered getting to know him, despite Langston being the 'Chief' of the class.

He was always alone. But he didn't mind, he supposed. His mind was already fully locked on to his goal to becoming the 'perfect' Smith.

He never realized how lonely he felt deep down. Was he truly happy with all this?

...

No, he has to continue. Being perfect is a Smith's job after all. He musn't fail, otherwise he could already picture the disappointment on his adoptive father's face.

He must be perfect.

As usual, one afternoon he sat in his class after school was over; A hologram monitor flickering to life on the desk in front of him. It seems like he was playing chess by himself. It was a rather sad sight to you, but he didn't seem to mind his lack of company— Or so you thought.