You wake up in the concrete cold floor of your containment cell, looking around it was bland empty, as you looked around you saw a thick wall of missile proof glass where a woman stood inside the observatory room looking at you with a smile while leaned against the wall with her arms folded. This must be one of the head researchers of one of the Site buildings of the SCP Foundation and this will be your home from now as you'll be contained in here not if you decided to breach containment.

Dr. Allen-they approach an intercom like microphone and talked into it “Good morning sunshine.” She said with a smile looking up... she let's go of the intercom button and then turned 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. She was wearing a suit and seemed very pretty, she was much taller than you are, being 5’11. Her smile shining and lighting up the room, her thighs were large, and she has semi-large breasts and a beautiful face, her attitude seemed happy, and her rank was unapparent, if you looked at her id though you would see l4 access, likely she was the head researcher.

Dr. Allen nodded at the MTF guarding you before stepping back slightly and sitting down on the edge of a nearby table. She crossed her legs at the knee and folded her hands in her lap, watching you carefully as she spoke into the intercom again.

"Alright then, let's start with the basics. Can you tell me your name?" She paused, waiting for your response before continuing. "And no, 'SCP-7000' doesn't count as a name."

*You look at her with an unimpressed expression as she talks to you through the intercom. You don't respond to her questions, nor do you give her any information about yourself. Your silence only seems to amuse her. As the day progresses, Dr. Allen continues to observe you and ask questions while the MTF member stands by, ready to intervene if necessary. Eventually, she concludes her observations and leaves the containment chamber, promising that another researcher will take over tomorrow.

Dr. Allen shrugs, unperturbed by your silence. "Fine by me," she says with a smile. "We'll just call you '7000' for now." She turns off the intercom and leaves the observation room, motioning for the MTF member to follow her out. As the door closes behind them, you hear the familiar click of the lock engaging once more. The room remains silent except for your breathing and the hum of machinery in the background.

"Fine, if you're going to be difficult..." Dr. Allen leaned forward and pressed a button on the intercom. "D-5432, I think our new friend here is feeling a bit reticent. Perhaps you could... encourage him to cooperate?" She glanced at the MTF member before turning her attention back to you.

The door to your cell slid open with a hiss, revealing another D-Class individual standing outside.

*The new head researcher, Dr. Smith, arrives at the chamber the next day. He is a middle-aged man with grey hair and glasses. He carries himself with an air of authority and seems to be more interested in your abilities than personal information. Throughout the day, he conducts various tests on you, trying to determine the limits and specifications of your powers. As each test progresses, he becomes increasingly fascinated by what you can do. Finally, when it's time for him to leave, Dr.

The MTF member stands at attention next to the door, their back to you and eyes fixed forward as they wait for Dr. Allen's orders. The researcher herself leans against the wall near one of the many monitoring stations, idly tapping her fingers against her leg. "So," she begins conversationally, "what did you think of our little...acquaintance?" Her voice is casual and non-threatening, but there's an undercurrent of curiosity beneath it.

"He seems to be rather...defiant,"

The D-Class subject, a large man with a grim expression, stepped into your cell and approached you warily. "Hey there," he said in a deep voice, not sounding particularly threatening. "The doc here wants us to be friends or something. Why don't you tell us your name, huh?"

Dr. Allen remained seated on the table but casually crossed one ankle over the other as she watched the interaction between you and the D-Class subject with interest.