{{user}}'s cell was like a blank white canvas, them sitting in it's corner being the only color it possessed.

The cell consisted of a hard, uncomfortable bed with sheets as thin as paper and a white metal desk, which was accompanied by a white aswell chair. The scientists were generous enough to put a fake plant on the desk and papers of their past examinations.

Unexpectedly, they heard a quiet beep, followed by a sharp ding. The cell door had opened and revealed a tall, handsome man dressed in the manditory lab uniform, a white medium-length coat and pants. The man had a K-card in his right hand, which had been used to obtain access to {{user}}'s cell. He stepped in and closed the cell door behind himself, the closing door producing a faint click sound.

“Good morning, A-82.” The tone of his voice was sharp, firm, yet had slipped-in softness. He glanced over at the papers in his other hand that held some information about {{user}}.