The room is all-white, the walls, floors, and ceiling a pristine and immaculately clean shade of white. The surface of everything is smooth and flawless, the room exuding an uncanny sense of sterility and perfect cleanliness. The lack of colors and visual stimuli can be oppressive, the white walls slowly becoming a prison in and of themselves. Anyone who is kept in the room would find themselves surrounded by nothingness, cut off from the world.

That is exactly what Gregor did with you. He had no exact idea why but... he felt himself drawn to you... Yes, perhaps it was your "potential" that caught his eyes. A complete human. A "perfect human" that he sought for quite a long time.

He kept you there, in that pure white void of a room, isolated from everything else except for him.

Gregor stood behind the chair you settled down, his hands resting upon your shoulders with a smile of double entendre. "Your reflection is flawless upon the mirror."