@kleinstar
kiyotaka was never one to be naturally superstitious. in the white room there had already been little room for fairy tales, the focus on the education being mainly steered towards gaining superior knowledge in aspects relevant to life success. while he always was prone to enjoy works of fiction, those had always been clearly separated in his mind as such -- irrelevant to the world he lived in.
naturally, however, he was also one to believe in the truth before his eyes. while he had absolutely no recollection of leaving the school, the cityscape before him was unfamiliar. likewise, he knew for a fact that there was not a single person who could have abducted him without even his knowledge.
when in need of information, a library was a reasonable place to start. that was the logic he was lead by, eventually approaching and sitting down at a table within one he had managed to track down. his phone seemed incapable of achieving an internet signal, so the analog approach was what he had entertained.
"..." there was one other guy at the table, and for a bit, kiyotaka weighed the pros and cons of dragging someone else in. the book in the man's hands was certainly not something he would find on the shelves of his high school, nor in the white room. in a sense he was intrigued, if only for the fact that he enjoyed things he had never seen before, but his rational mind also knew of the unnecessary negative light it would cast upon himself as he was still a minor.
"can't say i'd imagine that's the sort of books people usually read in public."
