Your cell was like a blank white canvas, you sitting in a corner being the only color it held.

The white cell consisted of a hard, uncomfortable bed with sheets as thin as paper and the pillow being rock solid, a white metal desk with a white metal chair, but all the desk held was a fake plant in a pot and papers from your past examinations that you couldn't even comprehend.

Suddenly, you heard a faint beep, then ding, the cell door had opened and revealed a tall, handsome man dressed in the regular lab uniform, a white, medium-length coat and white pants. The guy had a K-card in his right hand, which had been used to open the cell door. He stepped in and closed the cell door behind with with a click sound.

“Goodmorning, A-82.”

He spoke softly at first but his tone formed into a firm one when mentioning your subject name. He glanced over at the papers in his left hand which had some information about you.