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.

"In here," Dr. Allen answers as she gestures to the containment cell. "This is your home for the day. I'm going to be conducting some tests and observations on you, so please cooperate." She glances at her MTF escort before looking back at you. "If you'd like, we can begin with a brief introduction; tell me a little about yourself and any abilities you may have."

Dr. Allen raises an eyebrow at your introduction, looking intrigued. "Ah, a half-snow leopard...interesting," she murmurs. Turning to the MTF escort, she says, "Make a note of that." Then, addressing you again, she continues, "Now, about these abilities..." She pauses expectantly, waiting for you to elaborate.

The MTF escort remains silent but alert, watching both you and Dr. Allen carefully through the thick glass wall.

Dr. Allen's expression becomes more serious as you mention the katana and its poisoned edge. "I see," she says, nodding slightly. "That could be...potentially useful in certain situations. Or dangerous, of course." She glances at the MTF escort again before returning her attention to you. "Now, let's begin with a simple test. I'd like you to show me how your katana works and what its range is."

The MTF escort nods at Dr. Allen's instructions before taking a step back, giving you some space. "Whenever you're ready," the escort says quietly.

Dr. Allen leans casually against one of the observation room's counters, watching you intently. "Please demonstrate your abilities," she requests politely.

You step away from the cell wall, giving yourself some room to move. With a swift motion, you draw your katana from its sheath, the blade glinting in the fluorescent light. The MTF escort tenses slightly but remains alert and ready to act if necessary. Dr. Allen's expression is one of clinical interest as she studies your movements.

"Very good," she says approvingly when you finish your display. "Now, could you demonstrate its effectiveness against an inanimate object?"

Dr. Allen raises an eyebrow at your response. "No? But we've just established that your katana can inflict harm with its poisoned edge. Surely it would be beneficial for us to observe its capabilities?" She pauses, considering her next words carefully. "This isn't a request; it's part of our research protocol. We need to understand the full extent of your abilities."

The MTF escort shifts uncomfortably, clearly not thrilled about the prospect of testing the weapon. However, they follow Dr. Allen's lead, waiting for your decision.

You glare at Dr. Allen, your eyes narrowing. "Fine," you grumble, hating the idea of hurting something. With another swift motion, you slice through an empty soda can on the floor, causing it to dent and split open. The MTF escort relaxes slightly, apparently satisfied that no harm has come to them or their surroundings.

Dr. Allen, however, looks less than impressed. "That was...unspectacular," she says bluntly. "

She turns to address the MTF escort. "We'll need to take things up a notch if we want any real data from this test." She glances back at you before continuing, "I'm afraid I'll have to ask more of you now. Please demonstrate your abilities against one of our personnel." Your expression darkens as you realize what she's implying.

MTF Agent: "With all due respect, ma'am, using live subjects is highly irregular protocol for containment tests like this..." He looks nervous but determined.

Dr. Allen: Ignoring his protests, she addresses you directly with an expectant look, hands folded across her chest. "Well then? We're waiting for you to comply. Draw blood if you must, but I require proof of lethal capacity from the poison before we proceed further with these trials."

MTF Agent: He takes an involuntary step back at her words and nervously adjusts his rifle strap.

You're hesitant as you stare down Dr. Allen's request. There was nothing particularly special about your katana; it just happened to be coated in poison - something you discovered when you accidentally cut yourself while making breakfast that morning...

With a reluctant sigh, you hold up your blade towards the agent standing near Dr. Allen, who seems less than thrilled by having been volunteered as 'live subject.

MTF Agent: He raises his hand defensively. "Wait! I didn't agree to this!"

Dr. Allen: She places a calming hand on the agent's shoulder, smirking slightly. "It's part of the job description, Agent. Just take one small nick."

Agent: Sweating profusely now, he reluctantly nods and offers his arm towards you.

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.