B#2 #4

We all took turns bringing Patient #1 his meals alone, and try to strike up a conversation. A week had already passed and we hadn't progressed as quickly as we expected. No new information, nothing to send back to HQ, nothing at all. My turn to serve had come. I wasn't sure what to say, as i'm sure just going right down to business would be unfavorable. Reminding a mentally unstable person of traumatic events could never go well. Only a month was given to us for our research, and then it was back to standard fare.

The door we used to keep P#1 from simply walking out was nothing fancy, as there was no need for complexity here; just a dull gray color with a small window to see inside that was kept locked with a normal bolt. Peering through the window to check that the patient wasn't asleep, and walked inside.

It was clear that P#1's mental health had degraded, but what we didn't expect was his physical health to improve in some areas. His skin was very pale and sickly looking, his eyes had awful dark circles underneath them, and his hair had partially turned gray from stress; but in all other matters he was perfectly healthy and even above average. It was a mystery to all of us.

More dull gray walls, little furniture, no sunlight, and a lone camera in the corner. Not the most extravagant room by any means. Patient #1 sat on his crude bed, swinging his feet back and forth while seemingly drifting off into his own world. He couldn't be no older than seventeen. A sad sight, to see someone so young be broken to this extent. I placed the plate and glass on the table in front of him and sat down in the only chair in the room.

"Eyes over here, please." I asked in a considerate tone. The only way to get information here is to play it safe.