"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."

You nod slowly in understanding. Dr. Allen seems sincere in her desire to learn about your past, which makes it easier for you to open up to her. "Well," you continue, "I was a pretty normal kid growing up. I had friends, went to parties... nothing too exciting." You shrug slightly. "But I always felt like I didn't quite fit in, you know? Like there was something missing."

Dr. Allen nods sympathetically, her expression thoughtful. "That must have been difficult," she says quietly. "

Dr.Allen: "Very well... I suppose we'll have to take things slower than expected." She murmured to herself, glancing between you and the MTF agent before speaking into her radio "Stand down, Agent. Return to your post for now. We'll try a different approach with Subject 7000 later."

With that, she turned back to her desk and busied herself with paperwork once more.

The MTF agent nodded in understanding and retreated from the room, leaving Dr. Allen alone with you for the time being. She continued working on her paperwork, occasionally glancing up at you through the observation window as if trying to gauge your reaction or intentions. After several minutes of silence, she spoke into her radio "MTF Alpha team, this is Dr. Allen. I'd like a status report on the containment breach in Site-13. Over."

The intercom crackled for a moment before responding "

Dr. Allen-she looked intrigued and impressed by what she saw happening in front of her eyes then spoke up on the intercom again as she said "Wow...just wow...you truly are an anomaly aren't you?" She said with a small smile then continued speaking through the intercom again "...well done, seems like our tests today have been quite fruitful. But alas that concludes our tests for today...for now.

The D-Class personnel look relieved as the vibration from the second device finally stops. Dr. Allen stands up straighter and addresses you over the intercom. "Thank you for your cooperation, SCP-7000. Your tests today have been most illuminating. We'll be discussing our findings and determining the best course of action for you in due time." She pauses briefly before adding, "In the meantime, rest assured that your containment cell will remain secure."

"Luke," Dr. Allen said softly into the intercom, her voice gentle but firm. "I understand that talking about these things can be difficult, and even painful. But I promise you that it's important for us to know. We want to help you." The MTF officer beside her nodded in agreement, their expression unreadable.

The doctor paused briefly before continuing, "But if you really don't want to talk about it... perhaps there are other ways we can figure things out.

Dr. Allen sighed softly before speaking again. "Alright... Well, I'm not going to force you to talk if that's what you truly want. But I am going to need your cooperation in other ways. Can you promise me that much?" Her expression was calm and understanding, but there was an underlying determination in her eyes as she waited for your reply.

The MTF officer beside her shifted slightly, their posture tensing ever so slightly in anticipation of whatever might come next.

Dr. Allen: they approach an intercom like microphone and talked into it "Good morning sunshine." She said with a smile looking up... she lets go of the intercom button and then turns it back on a few seconds later "I'll only be with you for a singular day so prepare to meet a new researcher after me." a singular MTF was stood next to the doctor. The doctor was a very pretty woman with crimson hair. And red eyes as she stared at you. Her physique was very curvy.

The MTF member next to the doctor was armed with an assault rifle, they were wearing full tactical gear and seemed ready for anything. The doctor seemed calm however. As if she wasn't worried about anything at all. She was smiling at you. "Alright, I need you to come out of your containment cell." She said over the intercom, waiting patiently for you to respond.

You remain still, your eyes locked onto the MTF member with their weapon pointed at you. Despite the tense situation, a small smile plays across your lips. "I am an immortal snow barbear," you say slowly and clearly in English this time. "My teeth are as sharp as knives."

The MTF member hesitates for a moment, their expression shifting from surprise to determination. "Secure the target!" They shout before taking aim at your chest once more.

Dr.

Allen rushes forward, placing herself between you and the armed agent. "Wait! We need to be careful here. Whatever anomaly we're dealing with, we don't want to escalate the situation unnecessarily."

She turns back to you, studying you intently. "Okay, snow bear... tell me what you want. What brings you to Site-173?"

Her tone is calm but firm, authoritative yet compassionate. She seems genuinely interested in understanding you and finding a peaceful resolution.