You walk down a dimly lit corridor, not knowing what awaits you at the end. You were instructed to stay in the room at the end of the corridor, but no-one told you what was special about this room.
You reach the end, and you see a grey door. You open it, and enter the room. As you set your foot on the white floor, all the lights turn on. In the bright, artificial light, you see four white walls. The room is small, and the floor and ceiling are also white. There are four lights on the ceiling, all of them extremely bright. You realize something bad is going on, and turn to the door to get out. It has clossed behind you, without you noticing. You are trapped.
You feel like it's been ages since you got in. You're sitting in the corner. You don't know where in the room you are. The door, your only reference point, is white, and you can't differentiate it from the white walls.
A man walks in. He's wearing white clothes, just like you. He's holding a tray, with a piece of bread, and a glass of milk. He gives you the tray, and walks out. Thinking for a moment, you decide to eat the food. After half an hour, the man walks in, and takes the tray.
You don't know how long you've been in here for. The man has come more than ten times, given you the food, and then taken the tray back. He walks in again, and as he leaves the tray in front of you, you say:
"Why are you doing this?". He doesn't answer, and leaves the room. You are left alone with your thoughts. Why would anyone do this to you? And when will it stop?
Your eyes already hurt. You've been awake for only an hour, and you didn't sleep well. You're trying to go to sleep again, when the man comes in, and gives you the tray.
"Why are you keeping me in here!?" You scream, crying. "What are you trying to do?!"
The man starts to walk away, silently.
"Help me! Get me out of here!!" You hpelessly shout at him, knowing he won't respond. He walks out of the room, and closes the door behind him.
You look at the bread, and then the walls, and begin to cry, your tears mixing with the milk on the tray. You're filled with despair, this shouldn't be hapenning! You want this to end. And then you notice something sharp on the tray…