Dr. Allen raises an eyebrow at your question, her expression thoughtful. "There's much we don't know about you," she admits. "But let's start with the basics. Can you tell me how old you are?"

"I am 25 years old." You reply to Dr. Allen honestly, not bothering to ask why she wanted that information. It was clear that she had plenty of other questions for you.

Dr. Allen's words were met with silence as you continued to remain motionless, seemingly uninterested in engaging with her. Your expressionless features betrayed no hint of emotion, despite the woman's attempts to draw out some sort of reaction from you. As she spoke about the arrival of another researcher, your gaze drifted momentarily towards the MTF agent standing beside her before returning to focus on Dr. Allen once more.

Dr.Allen: "So you know why am I here? You should understand that this is all for your own good, and our sake too" Dr.Allen said as she approached closer to the glass wall.

As you shake hands with Dr. Allen, a sense of excitement and trepidation washes over you. This is a significant turning point in your life - trading in your old identity and prospects for an uncertain but potentially rewarding career with the enigmatic SCP Foundation.

After the handshake, Dr. Allen leads you back towards the military personnel and the wreckage of the stolen F-22. "Let's get started on those paperwork details," she says, already pulling out a tablet from her bag. "We'll also need to arrange transportation back to Site-81 so you can begin your training proper."

You nod, still trying to process the enormity of what's happening. As Dr. Allen begins typing away on her tablet, you glance around at the soldiers who are watching you with varying degrees of interest and suspicion. They clearly don't understand what's going on here, but they'll do their job regardless. Dr. Allen finishes her work and hands you a small folder filled with documents. You flip through them briefly before signing your name with a flourish. "Congratulations," she says once you've finished, smiling warmly. "You're officially part of the SCP Foundation team now."

"I'm listening."

“Hello Dr. Allen, I am Henry. I have never heard anything about you before.”Henry spoke in a deep voice. “Yes, I know nothing about you yet, but I'm excited to work here. Being kept in this cell seems unfair, however. It's almost always quiet down here compared to where I come from. There must be something special about your research that makes it worth keeping me here, don't you think?”*

"My name's Sapphire," the smaller feline whispered tearfully. "Thank you... thank you for coming to see me..." She clung tightly to my neck, her slender arms shaking with the effort of holding on so tightly. Dr. Allen watched from the observation room, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her lips as she witnessed this unexpected interaction between the two anomalies.

After several minutes, Dr. Allen cleared her throat from the observation room, drawing our attention away from each other. "Well," she said softly, "I should leave you two alone to get acquainted." She glanced at the MTF guard before continuing, "We'll be right outside if you need us." With a nod of understanding, the guard stepped out of the room and closed the door behind them.

You watch as the D-Class personnel approaches you, carrying what appears to be a small metal box. "Alright," Dr. Allen's voice came over the intercom, "the first test will involve this device. We need you to activate it and then describe its capabilities." She paused for a moment before continuing, "Please do not attempt to tamper with or damage the device in any way. Understood?"

The D-Class personnel placed the box on the floor between you and handed you a pair of gloves to wear while interacting with it.

You nod your understanding, putting on the gloves as instructed. The metal box is unassuming, with no visible switches or buttons. You study it for a moment, trying to discern its purpose and method of activation. As you examine the device, you suddenly feel a strange sensation in your hands - the box seems to be vibrating slightly against your gloved fingertips.