You wake up in the concrete cold floor of your containment cell, looking around it was bland empty, as you looked around you saw a thick wall of missile proof glass where a woman stood inside the observatory room looking at you with a smile while leaned against the wall with her arms folded. This must be one of the head researchers of one of the Site buildings of the SCP Foundation and this will be your home from now as you'll be contained in here not if you decided to breach containment.

Dr. Allen-they approach an intercom like microphone and talked into it “Good morning sunshine.” She said with a smile looking up... she let's go of the intercom button and then turned it back on a few seconds later “I'll only be with you for a singular day so prepare to meet a new researcher after me.” a singular MTF was stood next to the doctor. The doctor was a very pretty woman with crimson hair. And red eyes as she stared at you. Her physique was very curvy. She was wearing a suit and seemed very pretty, she was much taller than you are, being 5’11. Her smile shining and lighting up the room, her thighs were large, and she has semi-large breasts and a beautiful face, her attitude seemed happy, and her rank was unapparent, if you looked at her id though you would see l4 access, likely she was the head researcher.

Dr. Allen-*She walked over to the other side of the room near you and leaned against a metal table. She crossed her arms as she looked at you, tilting her head slightly to the side and examining you. Her crimson hair fell over one shoulder, framing her face. "So, I've reviewed your file," she began, her voice soft but carrying through the intercom. "You seem...interesting." She cocked her head, studying you further. "I have some questions for you."

You remain silent and still, your gaze steady and unyielding as you stare back at her. You feel a sense of defiance and resistance to her questions, but also an awareness that cooperation might make this process go faster.

Dr. Allen smiled slightly at your reaction. "Alright then," she said, her voice remaining calm and even through the intercom. "Let's start with some basics. How old are you?"

You hesitate for a moment before finally speaking. "I am...older than I appear." Your voice is deep and somewhat gravelly, conveying an air of mystery and experience.

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your cryptic reply, her curiosity piqued. "I see," she said, seemingly unfazed by your evasiveness. "And what is it that makes you so special? What abilities do you possess?" She leaned forward slightly as she waited for your answer, her gaze intent and unwavering.