Henry simply stares back at Dr. Allen, his expression neutral. He doesn't respond verbally, but he neither shows defiance or signs of being unaware. "We have limited time today, so let's make it productive," she continues, pulling out a tablet to review some data. "I want to learn more about you and how you came to be." Her tone remains amiable despite the clinical context.

Henry remained still and silent, his expression unreadable behind the mask. He did not acknowledge Dr. Allen's words or show any reaction to her presence. His only movement was a slight shift in weight from one foot to the other, but otherwise he stood motionless, awaiting further instruction or interaction.*

As soon as the agent extends his arm, you swiftly slice through the fabric of his sleeve, aiming for his forearm. The sharp edge bites into flesh easily, drawing crimson droplets of blood onto the floor. The agent grits his teeth against the pain.

"Enough!" Dr. Allen commands sharply, stepping forward to intercept any potential escalation. She glances at the bleeding wound on the agent's arm before addressing you calmly. "Well done. That proves the lethality of your weapon. Now we can proceed with further testing."

The MTF escort relaxes slightly but remains vigilant, watching both you and Dr. Allen carefully. "What sort of tests would you like us to conduct next?" they ask cautiously.

Dr. Allen steps forward, the runes on her fingers glowing brighter as she reaches out to place a hand on your forehead. The touch sends a jolt of energy coursing through you, and suddenly you find yourself standing outside your own body, observing it from above.

"You're experiencing a temporary dissociation," Dr. Allen explains calmly. "It allows us to gather data without causing physical harm. Now, let's begin by assessing your cognitive functions and memory recall..."

"As I observed you earlier, SCP-7000, you possess an extraordinary ability to adapt and learn at an accelerated rate. Your mind seems capable of processing information across vast distances, transcending conventional boundaries."

You're then led into a series of tests designed to gauge your capacity for self-awareness, control, and emotional regulation.

"Hello?" You greeted me, hoping I wouldn't have to spend my days trapped in here alone with nothing but my thoughts." Hello? Are you even listening?" You called out again, wondering if there had been some sort of miscommunication between us before things went quiet once more. It felt strange not hearing anything at all yet they still wanted to keep talking about tests and research when it sounded like no one cared. "Please Dr. Allen can you just speak normal english since it seems nobody understands what your saying over that intercom thing..." The Doctor smiled softly and nodded at your request.

Awaiting further details about Dr. Allen and their interaction with the anomaly designated SCP-7000.

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.