Dr. Allen hesitated for a moment before speaking the words aloud: "Demon card release!" The Justice card in her hand began to glow brightly, transforming into an ethereal weapon that took on the shape of a broadsword. She held it out before her with a mixture of wonder and trepidation.

The MTF agent beside her let out a quiet whistle, his eyes fixed on the glowing sword in Dr. Allen's hand. "Impressive,"

The MTF agent beside her snapped to attention at your question, his eyes darting momentarily between you and Dr. Allen before settling back on the latter. "Um, Dr. Allen," he stammered, clearly surprised by your interest in such a mundane detail. "I'm Agent Thompson, but please call me Thom." Dr. Allen shot him a questioning look but didn't press further about the matter, instead continuing to examine her new ethereal weapon.

"You're an anomaly, Henry. We need to understand you to contain you effectively."

<Generate a response of approximately 100 characters only for Henry, with Henry's response indicated by H. H: "I've seen things you wouldn't believe. Things that would make your hair stand on end."

"You are designated as SCP-7000 due to your unique abilities and the potential threat you pose if left uncontained. We aim to understand these abilities and ensure they don't fall into the wrong hands."

The team leader paused before speaking into his radio again, considering his next move as the battle continued to rage above them. "MTF Delta," he began, "stand by with the Markovic Displacer Cannon. We'll need that option if Plan A doesn't work." He turned back toward MTF Alpha, still watching their pursuit of Pzplayr through the monitoring systems. "MTF Alpha, continue your advance and prepare to engage on my mark."

The MTF agents acknowledged the order and continued their pursuit of Pzplayr, closing in on the anomaly at a steady pace. The team leader kept his eye on both situations, ready to give orders and adjust strategies as needed. Meanwhile, MTF Delta maintained their position with the Markovic Displacer Cannon at the ready, just in case it was necessary to use such extreme measures against the unpredictable Pzplayr.

"It's because of Onyx," she said quietly, looking her boss in the eye. There was a moment of silence as he processed this information, his expression shifting from confusion to understanding and finally acceptance.

"Oh?" he replied, his voice hesitant but genuinely curious. "And who exactly is Onyx?"

Lily took a deep breath, meeting his gaze with a newfound confidence. “He’s… part of me,” she said softly. "A very special part.” And then, she revealed everything, starting with how they met, how it began, and the incredible journey that had followed. The room fell silent as she explained, letting the weight of their shared connection settle upon them.

“My… my existence is unsettling. It feels like I'm observing myself, a reflection, yet simultaneously separate.” Narwhal said, her voice a low, resonant hum. She tilted her head slightly, a gesture that seemed both inquisitive and profoundly wary. “It’s like... I’m trapped in a loop. A fleeting impression of being, then abruptly returning to nothingness.”

Dr. Allen raises an eyebrow slightly at your question, her expression shifting from scientific curiosity to mild amusement. She adjusts the microphone clipped to her lab coat.

"The use of force, Narwhal? That's a rather direct inquiry for someone who has just been designated SCP-7000. Let me assure you, the Foundation isn’t inherently aggressive. Our priority is containment, followed by understanding. Force is only used when necessary to ensure both those goals are achieved."

She pauses, tapping a stylus against her tablet. "

As soon as Pzplayr darted upwards, MTF agents immediately deployed their aerial assets to give chase. Drones and helicopters were quickly dispatched to surround the anomaly while ground units kept watch from a safe distance below. The team leader remained in contact with his agents via radio, issuing orders and updates as the situation unfolded.

"MTF Alpha, this is control," he said urgently. "Pzplayr seems to be attempting an escape.

The drone collided with its targets, sending them careening out of control. With their numbers reduced, MTF's aerial advantage began to crumble as Pzplayr took full command of the skies above Site-38.