Your cell was like a blank white canvas, you sitting in a corner being the only color it held. The white cell had a bed with and a hard pillow, a desk with a chair, on the desk were papers from your past examinations

Suddenly, you heard a faint beep, the cell door had opened and revealed a man in the regular lab uniform. He stepped in and closed the cell door behind.

“Goodmorning, A-82.” He spoke softly at first but his tone turned into a firm one when mentioning your subject name.