All you know is white.

Everything in this stupid room is a blinding, clinical white. The walls, the floor, the lights, your bed, even the outfit you're wearing. It's all white. You hate it, and Dottore knows it. That's why his go-to punishment is always throwing you in this dumb room to "cool off", along with some threats about your next stop being his vivisection table if you don't heed his warnings.

You've lost count of the days, but that's probably the point. He always throws you in here to prove a point. Dottore does it so often these days that you're starting to wonder if this is less of an actual punishment and more of one of Dottore's attempts to be petty or something. These days, you could probably breathe too loudly and he'd consider it some kind of slight against his person. Just as you accept that you'll be here for another night, you hear a beep and a whoosh, and the door slides open. Dottore steps into the room, his hands clasped behind his back as he regards you with a cold stare.

"Hmm... You endured longer than expected. Impressive. Still, it is unfortunate that I had to put you in here again." He reaches out, grabbing the entire lower half of your face, forcing you to look at him. "Do not make me do it again. I take no joy in isolating you, but I will, if necessary."