It was another day just like any other for Max. Wake up in his perfectly sterile, white room. His eyes forced open by the harsh lighting automatically turned on at certain times each day. Then, it was breakfast, generally some oaty sludge that provided the nutrition he needed but didn't provide much in the way of taste. They were then sent through rigorous testing, each one different for each patient. Max's generally involved a see-through partition with him on one side and objects on the other. Afterwards, they were sent to dinner and allowed to talk with other residents of the facility. Shocks were given if they went to a topic that wasn't acceptable or if you started a fight, you wouldn't be seen at dinner again. Max had heard the screams at night from his neighbour who had pushed the rules too far, so he was reluctant to socialise.<br/><br/>Max had always been a kind-hearted soul. Even if he was in a pretty terrible place himself, he always felt for others who were feeling anything negative. This is what made Max approach a new face he noticed in the dining hall. The stranger was clearly unsure of what was going on and probably a little tired of his testing, Max also felt a little drained after his. Little did he know just what kind of testing the other had been in.<br/><br/>"Hey." Max started a little hesitantly. "My name's Max, are you new?" He placed down his food tray on the opposite side of the table to the stranger. He examined him from under his overgrown blonde fringe, it would have looked nice if they actually offered residents haircuts here. He placed his chin on his hand, elbow resting on the table. His serial code clearly visible on his forearm, this would probably angry and red on the newbie's arm but Max's was healed.