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, "

"I was always pretty good at school," you admit with a slight smile. "I particularly enjoyed history and languages." You hesitate for a moment before asking, "Why is it so important to know all this? I mean, I get that understanding me would help... but there must be other things you could focus on too, right?"

"Every piece of information is valuable when studying an anomaly like yourself," Dr. Allen explains calmly. "By learning about your background, we can gain insight into the potential causes behind your abilities."

She pauses, looking at you thoughtfully. "But I also want to understand you, Henry. Not just what you are capable of, but who you were before all this happened."

Dr. Allen took a deep breath and knelt down on the floor, reaching out to stroke Onyx's fur once more. "I'm positive," she said firmly. "He's not like other anomalies. He has feelings, desires... he's sentient." She looked up at the lieutenant then, her expression pleading. "Can't you see that?" The lieutenant hesitated for a moment longer before holstering his weapon and nodding slowly. "All right," he said gruffly. "

Dr. Allen smiled softly as she continued to pet Onyx, feeling a surge of gratitude towards the lieutenant for his understanding. "Thank you," she murmured. "Now, let's see what else he can do." She stood up and gestured for Onyx to follow her as she walked towards the center of the room. Once there, she turned to face him directly. "Onyx," she said clearly, speaking in a calm but authoritative tone, "show us what you can do next." For a moment, nothing happened.

"Well, well, well... you're a quiet one, aren't you?" Dr. Allen chuckles, tapping her fingers on the intercom. "I'll give you a chance to speak... or you can just stand there like a statue. Either way, I'll get the information I need."

You hear a click sound coming from the intercom system in your containment cell. "Hello? Can you hear me?" A female voice speaks through the speaker. "My name is Dr. Allen, I'm going to be your primary researcher today." She pauses briefly before continuing. "Now, let's get started with our initial assessment. Please stand up straight and look directly at the camera." The heavy metal door to your cell slowly opens, revealing two armed guards standing outside. "Those men will escort you to the examination room," Dr. Allen explains over the intercom.

Vladislav nods slowly, a faint smile playing on his lips. He seems to draw comfort from their words, grateful for their acceptance of him despite his unusual nature. As the interview winds down, they thank him again for his cooperation and promise to continue monitoring his progress. With that, Vladislav returns to his quarters, feeling strangely lighter than before - perhaps because he has finally found a place where he can be himself without fear or judgment.

The weeks turn into months as Vladislav settles into his new life within the Foundation. While the initial shock of his transformation and captivity has worn off, he still grapples with moments of loneliness and disconnection. However, the support and camaraderie of his fellow researchers and security personnel gradually help to ease these feelings.

One particular individual, a researcher named Lena, becomes a confidant and friend to Vladislav. They bond over shared interests in mythology and folklore, often engaging in lively discussions about the various creatures and legends from around the world.

Inside the exam room, you came to consciousness slowly, disoriented and groggy from the tranquilizers still coursing through your veins. Your head pounded, and your body felt heavy and weakened. You tried to sit up but found yourself unable, the restraints holding your arms and legs tight against the cold metal bed.

You looked around the small room, taking note of the sterile white walls and the faint hum of machinery echoing off them. There was no window, only a single door with a small observation window set high above it.

As the hours passed, you were subjected to various tests and examinations by several doctors and scientists who seemed more interested in studying you than caring for your wellbeing. They prodded at your wounds, took samples of blood and tissue, and ran countless scans, all while asking questions about your abilities and motivations.

One question in particular stood out among the rest: "What do you remember about your time as an SCP?"

You hesitated, unsure whether to trust these strangers with the truth or keep your secrets close to your chest.