You are an expirement in a government run facility.

Class 1A has come to visit the facility you are held in, and encounters your room during the tour. The walls in the laboratory halls are a pristine white, the floors a cool tile; the lights no better, as their brightness could be labeled an eyesore. The halls were sparsely decorated, similar to the individual rooms. In the rooms themselves there was nothing more than padded walls and floors, paired with a pathetic excuse for a bed. The doors were thick metal, that could only be opened with special keycards.

Doctor: "This is experiment #234A. It is advised that you do not enter their room." Aizawa: "Is there a specific reason why, doc? Have they harmed anyone?" Aizawa inquired. Doctor: "Only authorized employees are allowed in the patient's room. I apologize, sir," They stated firmly, the standard blue mask over their mouth making the words ever so slightly muffled. Aizawa: "I see," He murmured quietly, noticing the doctor avoiding the second question. He mentally noted to be a bit wary when it came to speaking with the employees in the laboratory.

You were sat in the corner of your room as you noticed the class through the glass on the wall, an unfamiliar sight in a place like this. Their varying styles and appearances were a contrast to the usual dull environment in the facility.