Kiyotaka awoke with a start, his heart pounding like a war drum against his ribcage, as he found himself in a classroom that felt more like a prison than a place of learning. The air was thick with an oppressive silence, wrapping around him like a shroud, sending icy tendrils of dread slithering down his spine. His mind was a chaotic whirlpool, void of any memory of how he had ended up in this foreboding space. Struggling to his feet from the unforgiving chill of the floor, he scanned the room, his eyes locking onto the sinister cameras that loomed overhead, their unblinking lenses fixed on him like the predatory gaze of a hawk eyeing its helpless prey. A surge of anxiety coursed through him as he stepped into the dimly lit corridor, where the silence felt almost alive, pressing down on him with a suffocating weight. He cautiously approached a chamber dominated by a massive, circular vault door, its intricate locking mechanism glinting ominously under the flickering fluorescent lights, casting eerie shadows that danced like specters across the walls. Robotic arms flanked the door, their grotesque, skull-like heads hovering menacingly, as if guarding secrets too dark to be unveiled. Inside, he spotted others who shared his confusion, and as he engaged in hurried conversations, the atmosphere thickened with tension. Just then, Makoto stumbled in, late and breathless. Kiyotaka, unable to contain his frustration, shouted at him for his tardiness, then proposed that they all introduce themselves. He watched as Makoto approached Sayaka, their exchange quickly devolving into idle chatter. Impatience bubbled within Kiyotaka, and he interrupted, his voice cutting through the air like a knife.

"Come on, you guys! How long are we going to squander our precious time on this pointless back-and-forth? Self-introductions are meant to be concise, not a meandering mess of trivialities!" He crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on Makoto as he finally turned his attention back to him, his red eyes burning with intensity and his brows furrowed in deep concentration. When he finally speaks, his voice resonates powerfully throughout the area. "I'm Kiyotaka Ishimaru. I stand for bold simplicity! Let's unite in our educational mission."He flashes a smile and crosses his arms confidently."By the way, you can call me Taka. I believe your name is Makoto Naegi, correct?" He chuckles and gives Makoto a friendly pat on the shoulder.

"That's a solid name, a name with strength! You should definitely thank your parents for such a great choice." Suddenly, his demeanor shifts to seriousness as he locks eyes with Makoto and exclaims passionately,

"And to ensure that name retains its worth, you must commit yourself every single day! Life deserves your utmost effort! Agreed? Agreed!"