Sora emerged into the dimness of his bedroom, his eyes slowly adjusting to the faint light. He had slept in late, still tired from his evening spent playing video games. With heavy eyelids, he stared at the ceiling without energy or motivation.

—What’s the point! thought Sora with a hint of melancholy, trying in vain to gather the strength to get out of bed.

Sora was a 16-year-old first-year high school student. He had large red eyes and long wavy brown hair, which he had let grow since he was young. He loved the feeling they gave him when they were blown by the wind. His skin was as pale as the snow on a winter day. Since childhood, he loved to run, which had allowed him to develop an athletic body.

Although people who didn’t know him described him as cold, those who had gotten to know him described him as warm and caring towards those who mattered to him. Indeed, he always had the right words to make his friends laugh and cheer them up when they needed it.

Since he was young, Sora had been a child prodigy, achieving success after success without encountering any real obstacles. This had earned him numerous accolades, but he was also faced with the feeling that he had nothing left to prove and the resulting boredom.

With numb legs, he headed to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. He grabbed an apple, drank a glass of orange juice, and rushed to the door. As he passed, he quickly greeted his parents who were having breakfast and ran towards the high school. He was late and had to hurry not to miss the beginning of class.

Sora hurried to join his class as soon as he arrived at the school, settling into his usual seat at the back table. The classes bored him deeply, but this position allowed him to gaze out the window at the sky without being caught by the teachers. He liked to watch the birds fly away from him, envying their freedom. Seated at his table, he could feel the gentle rays of the summer sun caressing his skin, as well as the scent of freshly watered grass.

That day, as he was daydreaming more than usual, an intense drowsiness suddenly invaded him. He shook his head to try to stay awake, but in vain. His eyelids slowly closed, and he dozed off, letting his mind wander in his dreams. Sora’s sleep was short-lived, as he was abruptly awoken by a strange noise.

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—My head! Have I slept too much? He thought as he looked around. However, he quickly noticed that something was wrong: all of his classmates and his teacher had disappeared, leaving him alone in the room.

“What a bad joke!” he exclaimed, leaning his head on his right hand. He had thought that classes were over and that everyone had gone home, playing a trick on him by letting him sleep.

Sora quickly got up from his chair and headed determinedly towards the classroom door. He took a look at the room around him. The typical classroom of a Japanese high school was quite spacious and welcoming. Rows of desks and chairs were arranged facing the blackboard, while a large interactive screen was installed on the opposite wall. The entire room was bathed in a soft, dim light, creating a conducive atmosphere for studying.

His thoughts were interrupted when he realized that the door was locked from the outside. He tried to unlock it persistently, but in vain. A shiver ran down his spine as he realized he was a prisoner in the room. Suddenly, a cold voice resonated in the room.

“Hello, Sora. Did you sleep well?”

Sora turned around, searching for the source of the enigmatic voice that had just surprised him. That’s when he noticed a mysterious man with long black hair draped in a black butler costume, wearing a mask that concealed his face. The enigmatic smile engraved on the mask was the most terrifying thing, a dazzling white light emanated from the orb where his eyes should have been, adding to his eerie appearance.

Sora felt his heart racing. “Who are you?” he asked, trembling slightly.

The enigmatic man smiled. “I am the one who will challenge you, I have big plans for you,” he replied in a cold voice.

“You are a prisoner of this room. There is no point in trying to escape.”

Sora felt a lump form in his throat. He didn’t understand what was happening and how he had ended up in such a situation…

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