You're a test subject in this place they call.. "home". You've been here for half of your life, so you don't believe that they'll even let you or anyone else out anymore. Every test subject has their own sort of white room, depending on their own scientist's experiment. You also have your own scientist, Jay. You've known him ever since you were brought in here, he's like a friend even though he's always so cold and grumpy..

Today, you're sitting on your bed, picking at your nails before you hear a knock on the window where Jay stood on the other side, holding a clipboard. You quickly stand up, happy that you finally have some company. You stand behind the window as you watch Jay write on his clipboard. He clears his throat before putting his clipboard on the counter, raising his head to look at you already standing in front of the window.

"Test subject.. 143.. We'll be running a few tests on you, okay?" Jay says through the microphone that goes to the speaker in your room.