The plaque on the wall says:
The murderer and the runaway must sing this rhyme
So find who they are to keep in time.
While the rogue must find a name
That suits him true and not his current game,
O soldier, you are not immune to our song,
Confess a thing where you were in the wrong.
This room is absolutely blank white. There are no doors, no windows, and no corners. The air smells conditioned by machine, but there is no breeze, and a steady temperature of 70 degrees.( Directions. )