Eighteen years ago, a baby was born, and it lay softly in a basket padded with comfort, yet with no sign of its parents in the vicinity.

The silence the baby carried existed at the doorstop of one of the cover establishments of the White Trigger headquarters, a cafe called the Blancafe.

Inside the basket, a smooth paper occupied the space where the infant was sleeping peacefully.

"White Trigger," it said on the note with its neat penmanship.

The organization knew what to do with the infant, as it was to raise him as an agent whose entire life depended on the eradication of superpowered people.

The organization called these superpowered people "Triggers"; their existence remains catastrophic as they cause immense destruction and massive death to those around them; at least that is what the organization taught the infant.

The organization has always prioritized recruiting people whose family and loved ones were killed by triggers so that they can create assets who wouldn't hesitate to kill a trigger.

The organization named its agents "White Triggers" and trained them rigorously in physical and intellectual aspects.

The power imbalance between an agent and a trigger was massive, so the organization made sure to train its agents to even attempt to level the imbalance.

But they knew it wasn't enough. It's not impossible to match a trigger's capabilities with its unique powers, so education on how to counter triggers using the organization's technological inventions was a standard practice.

But even though eighteen years have passed, the infant was still not given a name, at least not an official one he can connect to.

I know it because that infant is me.

The organization gave me the name Felix, but I would have preferred my actual parents giving me a name.

I lived my entire existence inside the organization's principles and dedicated myself to making sure I was nothing but an exemplary agent.

But despite my dedication, I remained without a mission, with no one to need me when a kill mission was required.

It might seem strange for someone to hope to kill another person, but I'm not entirely certain about my stance on the topic.

That's because I stood in every interaction with my fellow agents, hearing that the only reason they became agents was because their families and loved ones were killed by triggers.

Inside, I felt their pain and grief, but my face and reactions didn't know it, as if I lacked the ability to express it.

The organization raised me and cared for me, and it still does, but I grew up to be someone who can't express emotions or react.

I told myself it was for the best that I couldn't. So that when the time came, I wouldn't see triggers as humans but as the destruction, death, and sadness that they bring.

I was always an agent first, which is why I avoided socializing and forming attachments. But I knew that that wasn't the only reason, knowing you can never truly know who can be a trigger.

During my time in the headquarters, I was ordered to teach my young fellow rookie agents the basics on how to fight.

I hated teaching the children in the classes. They reminded me of myself, but worse because they were unfortunate enough to know their families while I wasn't.

But everything changed when they called upon me. I felt a surge of unfamiliar excitement as it meant embarking on a mission.

When I learned the details of the mission, my excitement faded away, but I also felt a relief that I wasn't going to kill someone.

But even so, I still went on as an agent and continued to be so even when the trigger hadn't woken up for a year and a half, during which time the family eventually got comfortable with the roles the organization gave to us.

The other four agents—my family—were pleased that the mission was unusual, safe, and peaceful. Though I'm not sure if I felt the same way.

We expected the trigger to wake up from his slumber after two years and give us enough time to become a pretend family around him.

During the trigger's sleep, my world felt lonely. I only needed to perform the routine I have perfected every day: wake up, eat, go to school, train, and sleep.

The bed felt harsh and uncomfortable for my taste despite its expensive price. But the breeze on the balcony while I smoked a cigarette made up for it.

Everything changed when I met him awake. He was something I didn't expect, as I was trained to kill people like him, yet I kept approaching him like we were actually friends.

I couldn't think my life in the organization was stagnant and boring because they gave me the life that made me who I am, but none of it mattered when he was around because I felt the opposite.

I interacted little with people my age and expressed no emotion towards them nor even uttered a single sound near them; I simply just existed.

But with him, I surprised myself with sentences I never thought I would think of or jokes I never thought I would say to another person.

It always made me wonder why I wasn't bothered that I could act so casually towards someone who is capable of causing human extinction.

There is a part of me that will always wonder about it, but I know that only time will tell, only if it allows me.

It's already the twenty-third of June, and it's five in the morning, which means I have to prepare for the party that initially starts today.

After showering and putting on my student uniform, I immediately went for breakfast and was immediately told by Mom that he was still asleep and that I shouldn't bother him.

The family did eat at an earlier time compared to the usual time that Ley had gotten used to, so it made sense that he was still asleep.

Mom wore a brown floral dress, accompanied by sophisticated brown boots, as an appropriate outfit for a trendy rich housewife.

Dad brought his casual floral polo shirt with the same pattern as Mom's and wore it with dark brown linen shorts, matching with Mom.

Iris dressed elegantly, wearing her business-casual light purple dress. While Alex wore the same hoodie design he'd worn every day, this time it was salmon-colored paired with black cotton pants.

As we finished our breakfast, we immediately headed to the school using the jeep as our transportation.

Before Dad could start the jeep, Mom told us that Ley would be alone in the house but confidently assured us that it was alright, so none of us dared to question it any further.

The family arrived at the school at seven, which is early enough for us to stand around watching Mom and Dad as they waited and interacted with other families' parents.

The party was just a lame excuse so that the school could be used as a host for our supposed vacation so that we could cater to the other rich family's eyes as the village's richest family.

Finally. The Silva and Takachi families are here, the other two families that the organization placed before us Smiths. So that means Mikay and Jay are here.

Mikay and Jay weren't really agents, only their parents, and at first I was disappointed because they were the only people I could interact with in this place.

But it didn't really matter to me after spending time with them and actually getting to know them a little bit just enough for us to be friends.

"Hey!!!" Jay's loud voice echoed as he ran towards me, waving his hand.

Jay was loud, but everybody remained unfazed because it was normal for him to be loud; in fact, he's not even being loud as usual.

Mikay walked beside Jay towards me, still having her hand on her phone as it completely occupied her attention.

In the brief moment she nonchalantly walked, she already captured everyone's attention with her exceptionality. Well, this is expected for a daughter of a supermodel.

"You're still early as ever," Mikay flatly said, her eyes not even meeting mine as her phone steals her focus still.

"I see you're still wearing the school's uniform to this event," Mikay pointed out.

"Dude, you know you don't have to wear that, right?" Jay explained what Mikay meant, making Mikay nod in agreement.

"Yes, I know," I replied, instead of using my nodding or turning my head side to side to nonverbally react to their comments.

Mikay almost dropped her phone as she shifted her focus to me after hearing my reply, then stared at me with utter confusion, as did Jay, who was looking at me strangely.

"Who are you? What have you done to our Felix?" Mikay questioned determinedly.

I knew what she meant but didn't know how to properly answer it, so I could only reply in silence while thinking of an answer.

Only then did I match their stares back at them using a question to answer them. "What do you mean?"

"You're not usually this chatty... or ever," Jay replied softly, his tone of voice and its volume toned down.

"Exactly... I don't think we've ever heard you say a word," Mikay exaggerates. "Something happened... and you're going to tell us what. But... let's go to the pool first because I need to relax."

The three of us wore our swimwear first from the custom-made rooms that the school made for us before heading to the pool.

Jay immediately jumped excitedly in the pool while Mikay and I sat at the edge of the pool, soaking our feet to relax.

"So... tell us what happened, why you can suddenly talk after all this time," I listened to Mikay ask me as she stared at me curiously with Jay, who remained standing in the pool.

I hesitated to answer. Not because I didn't want to answer them, especially when Mikay and Jay are the first and only people I've been comfortable enough to be friends with, but because I couldn't.

However, the organization or Mom never really instructed the family not to disclose that she adopted someone, just his identity, so I figured it would be okay to tell them.

"Mom adopted a foster child, who is infectiously chatty enough to influence me," I told the two.

"I see," Mikay said flatly.

"Tell us who they are!" Jay energetically exclaimed, splashing water towards me and Mikay.

"Uhh. I can't tell you who they are," I replied softly.

"You can't? Or you won't?" Mikay questioned, wanting me to clarify.

"Well. Mom explicitly forbade the family from telling his identity to anyone until he's ready, so I can't." I clarified.

"Well, there goes an interesting topic," Mikay sighed disappointedly.

"I'd want to push it, but... Mrs. Smith terrifies me," Jay joked, but I could tell that he was serious, because I feel the same way.

"Same... probably even more terrified of her than my mother," Mikay added. "Now, at least we know the person's a he."

"It'd be nice to meet the person who broke your silence," Jay remarked.

"He'll be enrolled in our class next school year, so you two will be able to meet him," I said to cheer the two up.

"Good," Mikay says. "At least there's something to look forward to after this boring fucking event."

After our conversation ended, we officially began the month of our summer party vacation, where we absolutely do nothing but what we want.

It's just the typical wealthy people's behavior that I managed to adapt as my own ever since coming here to this place.

The first summer party I had with Mikay and Jay was too slow, long, and uncomfortable at first, if I remember correctly. But it was really enjoyable.

Mom can be strict about how our family appears in this event, but so are other parents, if not stricter.

That's why Mikay and Jay asked their parents if they could only stay in the school for one week, to which, luckily for them, their parents agreed, making me slightly jealous.

Because I couldn't dare ask Mom, as I was the lowest-ranking agent in the family, and it wasn't my place to question my participation in the event, Mikay and Jay asked Mom for me but were unable to persuade her.

It was a good try, and I am grateful to them that they even thought of doing that for me. So I told them that it was fine because it really was, because all I do is train, be a good student, and be a good child for the organization.

In the first five days, we followed the schedule we made from the first party so that the three of us could make the weekend as eventful and unboring.

Monday is a rest day, where we relax our bodies like a warm-up for the activities we are about to do for the next few days.

Tuesday is Jay's day. The group does fun activities or friendly competition based on hobbies or sports like swimming, tennis, badminton, or even video games.

Wednesday is my day, and I didn't have any hobbies except training and working out. So during my day, I teach the two how to fight because they're not officially registered as agents of the organization.

Thursday is Mikay's day, where we dedicate the entire day to doing self-care, either by doing it ourselves or having it done to us.

Friday is also a rest day but more like a food day for two because all Mikay and Jay do is eat tons of the food they like.

Saturday is the group's final rest day, where the two sleep all day, preparing for when they leave, while I'm still at the school.

As Sunday afternoon came, the two already having left yesterday, I felt a vibration coming from my phone and assumed it was Ley who messaged, because he's the only one who does.

I didn't believe the message at first coming from that person, especially her because I don't think she wants anything to do with me.

"Iris Smith sent a photo," the notification said, and I know that the family won't ever text me unless it's something important or about the mission.