‘The experiment has begun.’

….. You look down at the clothes you’re wearing. All white. There’s a bed, and a toilet. A sink, and shower. That’s all.

Well. Other than the camera. You knew it was here somewhere, even though you couldn’t see it.

‘You agreed to 60 days in this cell. You were shown it beforehand and have accepted responsibility for your own care inside it.’

Looking around again…familiarizing yourself with this place….maybe savoring it a little. After it’s over, after you know this place, it’s all old. It’ll become old too quickly.

‘There will be a closet, of food supplements nearby. Again, you yourself are responsible for your own health here.’

It was all white. It had blended into everything, but when you look closely, there it was. A deep closet, all filled with white bottles. You let out a sigh.

‘As per the terms of our agreement, you will subject yourself to physical and Psychological evaluation once leaving the cell. You will be compensated; you and your family will never want again.’

A small roll of your eyes. From the beginning these lab coats have held your situation over you. You, your wife…your daughter. Almost jeering at your situation.

‘Once you go to sleep for the night, this note will be gone. Everything you need to sustain your body is in here. Again. It is up to you to maintain…or fail to.’

Next to the toilet, toilet paper, white. Near the shower, white bottles. Body wash, shampoo, conditioner.

You almost didn’t want to read the rest. It would be real when you finished, and everything would start to spiral…slowly, but surely, you knew. You would probably not be the same man you went in as.

‘I, as the director am personally looking forward to seeing the effects of isolation. Of how well a human will take care of themselves under such circumstances. This of course would never be allowed anywhere. So you and your situation have given us a wonderful opportunity.

Thank you, sincerely. Good luck. You know the risks.

I hope it pays off.

—Director Clamwell.’

….. Crumbling the paper, you look around. Somewhere there was a camera, watching you like a rat. Like an experiment. They didn’t particularly care wether you lived or died. Either way….

“…You guys…already won huh. Well…don’t expect me to lose either.”

Sitting on the bed, you stared ahead. Thinking of…anything to do.

60 days, 1440 hours. 86400 minutes wouldn’t pass themselves.