Book 11: Prologue: “The Monologue of Sakayanagi Arisu”
I could still recall the scene across the glass screen on that day as if it had occurred only yesterday.
My father took me to a facility located deep within the mountains, its exterior dyed a pure white. No, it wasn’t only the exterior.
As far as I could remember, both the corridors and the small rooms we went through were all painted in one single white color.
I placed both my hands on the transparent glass, doing my very best to see what lied beyond. The screen seemed to be some sort of one-way mirror so they couldn’t see us from the other side.
“What is it, Arisu? It’s rare to see you this interested in something.”
“This is an experiment attempting to artificially create a genius. There’s no way I wouldn’t find it interesting.”
“…That’s not a very childlike way of speaking, as usual.”
My father spoke, showing a perplexed smile as he picked me up in his arms.
According to my father, anyone who went through the curriculum of this facility would, without exception, be educated to become someone exceptional. There’s no way I wouldn’t have misgivings about that.