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-"Where am I?" You ask, your voice cold and uncaring "You're in Site-173. One of many containment site owned by the SCP Foundation." She answers with a smile. "And who might you be? Your designation is necessary before we can begin."

The MTF member next to Dr. Allen tenses visibly, looking at her almost nervously. The suit she's wearing seems to fit perfectly, emphasizing her curves and athletic build.

Dr. Allen's eyebrow raises slightly as you speak in a language she doesn't recognize. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you said there. Perhaps you could repeat that in English?" She asks, tilting her head to the side. The MTF member beside her remains tense but says nothing.

A small red light starts blinking on a panel next to the intercom. "Terminal translation failure," a robotic voice announces. "Activating emergency protocol: Telekill." Dr.

Allen's eyes widen as she turns to look at the MTF member, who immediately snaps into action, drawing their sidearm and pointing it at you. "Freeze!" They shout. "Do not move or speak! Security is on its way!" The light from the intercom panel shifts to a soothing blue color.

Dr. Allen steps forward, her face etched with concern and confusion. "What's going on here? Why can't I understand you?"

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.