The mansion located on the outskirts of City A had many rooms in it. The chosen who were discarded by the creator were allowed to roam about all the rooms, but they were never allowed into one specific room.
It was a dark place with only a single light shining down on a man sitting on a throne. He had his head rested on his hand as he watched the door of the room with an impassive gaze.
What a boring life he was living. To be confined to his room every day because he had grown tired and bored of humanity. This man was the very first of the chosen. The one that showed the most potential among all the people that went into the future as well as the one that had the greatest hatred for the creator for throwing him away like trash.
The door to the room opened and a man wearing a butler outfit entered. He was the attendant of the first chosen. He was the one handling all his wanted needs. The attendant knelt before the chosen and bowed his head.
