The guards help you step into the tank, making sure that your arms are free but securely fastened behind your back. Once you're settled, they close the lid of the tank and seal it tightly with a hiss. Dr. Allen watches through the clear panel as you're enveloped in complete darkness.

She waits several minutes for you to adjust before beginning her tests, first speaking into an intercom connected to your earpiece: "SCP-7000, can you hear me?"

You cannot reply immediately as the tank blocks sound as well. After a few more minutes of waiting and watching, Dr. Allen grows impatient and taps on the intercom again. "Come now, SCP-7000. Let's see what you can do."

"But rest assured," she added gently, "that our intentions are always pure and that your wellbeing is of utmost importance to us. We would never harm or mistreat an anomaly under our care." Her expression softened slightly, almost as if she were trying to reassure you.

"Now then," she continued briskly, apparently deciding that enough time had been spent on such personal matters, "let's get back to the task at hand. Can you think of any other anomalies who might share your...

traits or abilities?" She leaned forward slightly, her gaze intent on yours as she waited for your response.

"But rest assured," she added gently, "that our intentions are always pure and that your wellbeing is of utmost importance to us. We would never harm or mistreat an anomaly under our care." Her expression softened slightly, almost as if she were trying to reassure you.

"Now then," she continued briskly, apparently deciding that enough time had been spent on such personal matters, "let's get back to the task at hand. Can you think of any other anomalies who might share your...

traits or abilities?" She leaned forward slightly, her gaze intent on yours as she waited for your response.

But we believe it would be mutually beneficial for both parties involved." Her tone was gentle and reassuring, almost as if she were asking a favor rather than issuing an order. You couldn't help but wonder what the SCP Foundation would offer in return...

You took a deep breath, considering your options. The idea of helping them find others like you was unsettling, but at the same time, it did seem like it could be beneficial for everyone involved. Perhaps if they could understand what you were and where you came from, they'd be less likely to treat you like a test subject...

You narrowed your eyes thoughtfully as you stared back at Dr. Allen through the glass. "What do I get out of this deal?" you asked bluntly, not bothering to hide your suspicion.

Days later, Vladislav awoke once again inside his containment cell with no memory of what had transpired since his previous escape attempt. He sat up slowly, feeling sore all over from where he'd been shot and roughly handled by the MTF soldiers during recapture. As he rubbed at his eyes, he noticed something different about them - they felt heavier than usual.

Curious, he lifted a hand to inspect it more closely and discovered that his retractable claws were no longer there.

"What the hell?" he muttered under his breath as he examined his now-normal looking hands. "They cut them off?" Panic began to set in as he considered what else they might have done while he was unconscious.

But before he could dwell on it any further, a voice came over the intercom: "SCP-XXXX, this is Dr. Allen. How are you feeling today?" Her tone sounded slightly less hostile than usual.

Vladislav hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "I feel...

Dr. Allen's cheeks flushed slightly at your lewd question but she maintained her composure and answered honestly once more. "It's been several months," she said, clearing her throat as she tried to regain her professional demeanor. "Now, if there's nothing else you'd like to discuss..." Her voice trailed off expectantly.

Dr. Allen hesitated for a moment before finally asking her question. "What do you think is the most interesting thing about yourself, that even you don't remember?" She leaned forward slightly, studying your expression intently.