Philip woke up on white tiles. He sat up and rubbed his head. It hurt. In fact, his whole body hurt, it felt like he’d been torn apart and then pieced back together.
Philip looked around. The only thing in the entirely white room was a white desk. And a door. There was single, almost invisible door. White light allowing him to see came from spotlights in the ceiling.
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What do you think of it?