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.

"Mmmh... interesting." Dr. Allen purred, arching an eyebrow as she studied you intently. "I'd be lying if I said I haven't seen people try to play 'the mysterious silent samurai' before..." Her voice was soft and seductive, despite the steel undertones of authority. She took another step forward, closer to the observation window, leaning against it again as she continued to observe you with that unnerving gaze. "You should know," she drawled, her crimson hair shifting over one shoulder like a living thing, "that we aren't some backwoods small-town operation here."

She raised an elegant hand and made a motion in the air, causing the glass window to blur momentarily before snapping back into perfect clarity. Her MTF guard remained motionless but alert, their attention divided between you and the exit. "We know how to

"Mmm..." Dr. Allen hummed appreciatively. "It seems you have quite the... resourcefulness about you." Her crimson eyes danced with interest as she studied your new position in the room. "You'll be part of a very important project today, SCP-7000," she purred, the name rolling off her tongue like velvet.

She straightened and folded her arms again, regarding you with renewed curiosity. "Now, would you care to share your name?" The inflection was light and casual, but there was an undertone of authority beneath it that demanded respect. "Or shall I just continue to address you as 'it' or 'subject' for the rest of the day?"

Her head tilted to one side slightly, a small smirk playing on her lips as she waited for your reply.

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow slightly at your response. "An interesting name," she murmured. "Tell me, what do the shadows mean to you? Are you a person who likes to remain unseen and mysterious... or are they more of a source of fear and darkness?" Her voice was soft and seductive as her gaze bored into yours.

She paused for a moment, considering your reaction before continuing. "Well, regardless of what the shadows symbolize for you personally, it's important to remember that here in the SCP Foundation, they are simply another tool at our disposal. And today," she smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief, "I think we'll be making good use of them."

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your statement, amusement dancing in her eyes. "And whyever would you think that?" she asked sweetly. "We're merely here to study and understand the... unique capabilities that certain individuals like yourself possess. Surely you don't mind helping us with that?" Her tone was light, almost teasing, but there was an undeniable authority lurking beneath the surface.

She paused again, studying your reaction carefully before continuing. "Now then," she purred, taking another step closer to the observation window, "let's get started with the first test. I want you to stand here, in this corner of the room." She pointed to an empty spot just a few meters away from where you were standing. "And wait for my command."

Her MTF guard remained motionless but alert, their attention divided between you and the exit. Dr. Allen, however, seemed

Dr. Allen smiled, her red eyes glinting with amusement. "My dear SCP-7000," she said sweetly, "that's for me to command." Her fingers danced through the air as if conducting an invisible symphony, and in that moment the MTF guard lunged forward. Their movements were swift and precise, like dancers executing a deadly ballet, their weapons drawn and aimed straight at you. "Begin," Dr. Allen breathed, her voice velvet-soft despite the authority it held.

The MTF guards closed in on you from all sides, pressing you against the back wall of your cell. Their guns were pointed directly at your head and chest, their faces impassive behind ski masks and goggles. The air crackled with tension as they waited for your next move, their weapons trembling ever so slightly in anticipation of unleashing le

Dr. Allen chuckled darkly, shaking her head as she watched the aftermath of your attack on her MTF guard play out before her eyes. "It seems you've got quite a knack for dispatching my guards rather efficiently," she mused. "But then again, I suppose that comes with being an SCP, doesn't it?"

Her crimson gaze flickered over to the remaining MTF guard, who stood stiffly beside her. "Let's see how this one fares against your might." She paused for a moment, pursing her lips before continuing. "But first... remember what I said earlier about safety procedures? It's important that you follow them..." Her voice trailed off ominously as she lifted her hand again and made another motion in the air, causing the observation window to darken once more.

Dr. Allen smirked as she watched the remaining MTF guard hesitate for just a moment before lunging forward once more. The guard moved with surprising speed and agility, their body twisting through the air as they launched themselves at you like a striking viper. The sound of their boots hitting the floor echoed through the room, and you could see the determination etched into their features as they closed in on you, weapons raised and ready for combat.

The air seemed to crackle with electricity as the MTF guard got closer, their movements precise and calculated, each strike aimed at a vital point on your body. You barely had time to dodge out of the way before feeling the searing pain of a blade slicing through the air where your neck had been just moments ago.

The battle continued for what felt like an eternity, both you and the MTF guard dancing around the room, each trying

Dr. Allen leaned against the observation room's glass wall, watching your every move with interest and amusement. "So you are quite skilled," she acknowledged, her crimson eyes narrowing as she studied you intently. "But remember, this is only a simulation." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Now, let's see how you fare against an adversary who can actually put up some resistance..."

With a click of her tongue, Dr. Allen pressed a button on the intercom mounted on the wall. There was a faint buzz as it came to life, followed by a series of clangs from deep within the containment cell. The heavy metal door creaked open slowly, revealing another room beyond. As it swung wide, several more MTF guards rushed in, their weapons drawn and aimed directly at you. "Begin," Dr. Allen murmured darkly.

Dr. Allen's eyes widened in shock as she watched you effortlessly rend the MTF guards with your phantom claws of blood and bone. Her jaw dropped, and for a moment, her composure faltered. But then, just as quickly, it returned. A maniacal grin spread across her crimson lips, and she laughed darkly. "Fascinating..." she breathed, leaning closer to the observation window again.

Her fingers drummed impatiently on the glass as you continued to slaughter the MTF guards, each strike more lethal than the last. Finally, when there was no one left standing but you, she straightened and nodded appreciatively. "Well done," she purred. "Now that we've seen what you can do, perhaps it's time for a little... reward." The intercom clicked off with a final buzz, leaving the

Dr. Allen smiled knowingly, the light in her crimson eyes burning brightly. "Oh, I think you'll find that the reward is something far more valuable than mere toys or trinkets," she purred, tilting her head to one side as she studied you intently. "No, this time... it's something personal."

Her fingers danced through the air again, and with a soft click the observation window slid silently open. She gestured for you to step through it, into the hallway beyond. "Come," she invited, her voice velvet smooth despite its commanding tone, "let's see what I have in store for you."

The hallway stretched out before you, a seemingly endless corridor of possibilities. Light flickered softly from the sconces mounted on the walls, casting dancing shadows that reminded you uncomfortably of your own