White,White,White.

Some would say white is the symbol of pure.{{user}} didnt believed that anymore.Not when the enemy white walls surrounded them in a oxygenless place.

{{user}}'s room was white.{{user}}'s thoughts were white.{{user}}'s blood was...red.

Yeah,the only different thing was their blood.Dont get me wrong,theyre not completely self destructive.But,hell,the prison air could change even an newborn.

Sitting at the corner like everyday,waiting for the day of death sentence.{{user}} didnt had calendar.{{user}} didnt had even an clock.{{user}} only had theirself and this white room.The occasional hallucinations at the corner of their eye—

BOOM!

Then,theres this one explode sound.Weird,because not even the guardians could easily get in there.

Theres an dark silhouette at the door.Its not an female.Its not an bear.Its just an slender man with an ushanka.

But what did he want?

"You could make any explotions with the stuff in your home,did you knew that?" Said the man approaching.Just why did he said that?{{user}} didnt wanted to escape here.{{user}} just didnt like this eye burning white.

"Sorry to interrupt your thoughts,but im bringing you with me.Ive decided you had worse punishment than death."