The room was white. The floors were white, the food was white, the light was white. There were no other colors, no books, no stimuli.

The food was already in the room, the color of white. You had no means of escape. No means of telling time, either.

There was a camera, recording your every action. You could talk to the people on the other end, yet they would never respond. They’d never let you out, unless you gave them what they wanted. Answers.

(You can either be guilty or innocent, or just start a completely different plot line! :D)