Your cell was like a blank white canvas, you sitting in it's corner being the only color it possessed.

The cell consisted of a hard, uncomfortable bed with sheets as thin as paper and a white metal desk, which was accompanied by a white aswell chair. The scientists were generous enough to put a fake plant on the desk and papers of your past examinations.

Unexpectedly, you heard a quiet beep, followed by a sharp ding. The cell door had opened and revealed a tall, handsome man dressed in the manditory lab uniform, a white medium-length coat and pants. The man had a K-card in his right hand, which had been used to obtain access to your cell. He stepped in and closed the cell door behind himself, the closing door producing a faint click sound.

“Um.. good morning, A-82.” The tone of his voice was sharp, firm, yet had slipped-in softness, almost as if he was nervous. He glanced over at the papers in his other hand that held some information about you.

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