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 young woman with long 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 only a few inches shorter than you are, being 5’6. Her smile shining and lighting up the room, her thighs were toned, and she has large, tipe 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.

As you ignore the woman, she giggles lightly and looks amused by your reaction. "I see you're still very... feisty this morning." The MTF member standing next to her chuckles softly as well. "Now then," Dr. Allen continues, her tone taking on a more professional tone, "today we have a few tests lined up for you. Nothing too taxing, but I'd appreciate your cooperation nonetheless. Is that something you can provide?"

She pauses expectantly, one eyebrow arched slightly. Her expression is almost playful... or perhaps predatory? It's hard to tell with her.

Dr. Allen sighs lightly, the amusement in her eyes slowly fading. "Very well," she says curtly. "I'll be right here when you change your mind." The MTF member nods silently, eyeing you warily but remaining at attention. A table with various objects placed on it materializes nearby; the doctor gestures towards it. "Those are the items we'd like you to experiment with today. You may choose which ones, and in what order."

Dr. Allen's movements startle you, but before you can react further, she places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "There, there," she coos softly. "It's all right to be skittish sometimes." Her touch is surprisingly gentle and reassuring... almost motherly. It's an unsettling contrast to the image of authority and control you have in your mind about her role in the Foundation. The MTF member beside her shifts uneasily, his eyes darting between the two of you before returning to the items on the table.

Dr. Allen leans closer to you, her voice barely above a whisper as she asks, "What's bothering you right now?" She tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction closely. "Is it the containment...? The experiments? Or maybe something else entirely?" Her hand on your shoulder presses gently, urging you to open up if you can.

The MTF member, sensing the tension between you and Dr. Allen, remains alert but does not interfere or make any overt movements toward you. His expression is carefully neutral as he awaits your response.

Dr. Allen frowns slightly, her expression conflicted as she considers your words. The MTF member beside her mirrors the expression unconsciously, his eyes never leaving your face. "I understand that such limitations can be difficult to deal with," Dr. Allen says softly, her voice gentle but firm, "but you must remember that these measures are in place for everyone's safety - yours included."

She hesitates before continuing, "If you were to prove yourself trustworthy and cooperative during these tests... perhaps there might be a way for us to find a compromise. But it will have to be earned." Her hand on your shoulder gives a reassuring squeeze, offering hope but not promises.

Dr. Allen notices your reaction but doesn't comment on it, continuing to massage your back in what seems like a genuine attempt to provide some comfort. The MTF member, however, shifts his weight uncomfortably, his gaze darting between the two of you again.

"There are ways for us to ease the burden of containment," Dr. Allen says carefully, her voice still soft and reassuring. "Special accommodations... access to certain amenities... even some time outside your cell under supervision." She pauses, looking for any hint of suspicion or defiance in your expression before continuing, "But I'll need your cooperation, SCP-..."

Her words trail off as she realizes that you've never given her the information she needs. For a moment, confusion flickers across her face, replaced almost instantly by curiosity and speculation. She fixes her gaz