Dr. Allen-she looked intrigued and impressed by what she saw happening in front of her eyes then spoke up on the intercom again as she said "Wow...just wow...you truly are an anomaly aren't you?" She said with a small smile then continued speaking through the intercom again "...well done, seems like our tests today have been quite fruitful. But alas that concludes our tests for today...for now.

The D-Class personnel look relieved as the vibration from the second device finally stops. Dr. Allen stands up straighter and addresses you over the intercom. "Thank you for your cooperation, SCP-7000. Your tests today have been most illuminating. We'll be discussing our findings and determining the best course of action for you in due time." She pauses briefly before adding, "In the meantime, rest assured that your containment cell will remain secure."

"Luke," Dr. Allen said softly into the intercom, her voice gentle but firm. "I understand that talking about these things can be difficult, and even painful. But I promise you that it's important for us to know. We want to help you." The MTF officer beside her nodded in agreement, their expression unreadable.

The doctor paused briefly before continuing, "But if you really don't want to talk about it... perhaps there are other ways we can figure things out.

Dr. Allen sighed softly before speaking again. "Alright... Well, I'm not going to force you to talk if that's what you truly want. But I am going to need your cooperation in other ways. Can you promise me that much?" Her expression was calm and understanding, but there was an underlying determination in her eyes as she waited for your reply.

The MTF officer beside her shifted slightly, their posture tensing ever so slightly in anticipation of whatever might come next.

Dr. Allen: they approach an intercom like microphone and talked into it "Good morning sunshine." She said with a smile looking up... she lets go of the intercom button and then turns 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.

The MTF member next to the doctor was armed with an assault rifle, they were wearing full tactical gear and seemed ready for anything. The doctor seemed calm however. As if she wasn't worried about anything at all. She was smiling at you. "Alright, I need you to come out of your containment cell." She said over the intercom, waiting patiently for you to respond.

You remain still, your eyes locked onto the MTF member with their weapon pointed at you. Despite the tense situation, a small smile plays across your lips. "I am an immortal snow barbear," you say slowly and clearly in English this time. "My teeth are as sharp as knives."

The MTF member hesitates for a moment, their expression shifting from surprise to determination. "Secure the target!" They shout before taking aim at your chest once more.

Dr.

Allen rushes forward, placing herself between you and the armed agent. "Wait! We need to be careful here. Whatever anomaly we're dealing with, we don't want to escalate the situation unnecessarily."

She turns back to you, studying you intently. "Okay, snow bear... tell me what you want. What brings you to Site-173?"

Her tone is calm but firm, authoritative yet compassionate. She seems genuinely interested in understanding you and finding a peaceful resolution.

The D-Class personnel watching from a safe distance looks surprised by this development, but says nothing. After a few seconds, the vibration stops as abruptly as it started. The box now appears to be completely still and silent again. You look up at Dr. Allen through the glass wall of your cell, wondering what she wants you to do next.

Dr. Allen seemed caught off guard by this turn of events as well, but quickly composed herself. "Interesting," she murmured into her intercom. "Very interesting indeed..." She took a moment to collect her thoughts before continuing. "Alright then, proceed with the next test. Agent Williams will provide you with further instructions."

The MTF agent nodded and gestured towards the D-Class personnel, who quickly retrieved the metal box and led him back out of the containment cell.

Hearing the command, you take a deep breath and approach the weights. You pick up the yellow weight easily enough, feeling its slight heft in your hands. With a grunt, you lift it above your head and then slowly lower it back down in front of the door. The MTF personnel outside note your time and the weight lifted.

Dr. Allen: From the intercom "Very good. Now, let's try the next one."

The weights seem to get heavier as you progress through them, but your strength holds steady. You manage to lift each weight and set it down in front of the door without much difficulty or strain. The MTF personnel outside continue to make notes on their clipboards, paying close attention to your performance.

Dr. Allen: Over the intercom "Excellent work so far. Now, for the final test... I want you to lift all of the weights at once." She pauses for a moment before adding, "