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.

The containment cell was a small room, designed for maximum security. It had a solid concrete floor and walls that were several feet thick. The ceiling was reinforced with steel beams. The only furniture in the room was a simple cot against one wall and a stainless steel toilet and sink combination in another corner. The cell was illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights set into the ceiling, casting an unnatural glow over everything.

Dr. Allen-"I see you're an interesting one..." she said with a raised eyebrow as she looked Vlad over carefully. "Well then, let's get started. First off, tell me about your fur and what it feels like." She gestured to the microphone for him to respond.

The MTF soldier standing nearby watched silently, their expression unreadable behind their mirrored sunglasses. They held a tablet computer in one hand, presumably ready to record Vlad's responses.

Dr. Allen-"And how about your tail? Can you move it freely or does it have any special abilities?" she asked curiously. "Don't worry, we won't ask you to do anything too strenuous today."

Dr. Allen leaned against the wall opposite Vlad, crossing her arms beneath her ample breasts as she waited for a response. The intercom crackled briefly before her voice came through again. "And just to clarify, you are aware that we have your memories and past experiences stored here on this tablet?" she said, gesturing toward the soldier's device. "We won't use them against you or pressure you into revealing anything, but it might make things easier if you cooperate."

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at Vlad's response, unimpressed. "Very well then," she said calmly. "I suppose we'll just have to get creative with our methods of learning about you." She glanced over at the MTF soldier, who gave a barely perceptible nod before returning their attention to their tablet.

A few moments later, the intercom crackled again. "Alright then," Dr. Allen said, her voice taking on a slightly more authoritative tone. "

Let's begin with some basic physical testing. Stand up please." The soldier at the intercom unlocked the door to Vlad's cell and took a step back, raising their hands into a non-threatening position. "You can come out now," they said, their voice steady and professional.

As Vlad stood up, Dr. Allen studied his movements carefully, noting his height and build. She made a mental note that he seemed to be in good physical condition, but she knew there was likely more to him than met the eye. "Now,"

The MTF soldier at the intercom jumped back in surprise as Vlad revealed his sharp teeth, their eyes widening behind their mirrored sunglasses. They quickly raised their hands in a defensive posture and took a step back, keeping a safe distance between them and Vlad. "Whoa there!" they exclaimed. "No need to get aggressive."

The sound of running footsteps could be heard from down the hall as more MTF soldiers sprinted toward the containment cell, their weapons drawn. Dr.

Allen glanced over at them briefly before returning her attention to Vlad. "You know," she said conversationally, "it's not in your best interest to make threats like that. We have all the power here, and we can make things very uncomfortable for you if you force our hand."

The soldiers outside of the cell continued to move closer, forming a half-circle around Vlad with their weapons trained on him. "Vlad," Dr. Allen said in a calm but firm tone, "

The sound of Vlad growling filled the air as he faced off against the armed MTF soldiers and Dr. Allen. The soldiers didn't flinch or show any signs of fear, their weapons still pointed directly at him. "Vlad," Dr. Allen repeated sternly, "I suggest you calm down."

The door to Vlad's cell slid open once more, revealing D-Class personnel standing behind it with tranquilizer darts aimed at his chest. "On my mark,"

The soldiers and Dr. Allen tensed as Vlad lunged forward, claws extended toward D-Class personnel behind the door. Before he could reach them, however, a powerful tranquilizer dart struck him square in the chest. The effect was almost instantaneous; his muscles slackened, and his eyes began to droop closed.

"Nice shot," Dr. Allen said to one of the D-Class personnel as they retracted their dart gun. "Let's get him back into containment and up on a gurney."

The soldiers moved in, quickly subduing Vlad and restraining his limbs with heavy-duty plastic cuffs. One of them took the opportunity to press something into his neck; Vlad felt a cold sensation spread through him as he lost consciousness.

As they dragged him out of the cell, Dr. Allen walked beside him, studying his body carefully. "Well, I guess we'll have to try this again later," she murmured. "

Vlad was strapped down to a gurney and wheeled through the halls of Site-19. The soldiers who had subdued him were silent, their expressions neutral as they followed procedure. As they approached an elevator, Dr. Allen fell into step beside them again, her gaze fixed on Vlad's unconscious form.

"Let me know if he shows any signs of regaining consciousness before we get to the infirmary," she said absently, adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder. "