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.

With the biggest, kindest smile Dr. Allan can muster, she says "Oh, of course, silly me. I do apologize for being so... rude." She unlocks the cell door and gestures for you to exit. As you step out into the hallway, you notice a few things about your surroundings: The room is quite bare, save for a bench on one wall and a single closed door leading further down the hall. The floor is made of concrete and is impeccably clean. There are no windows, but light fixtures on the ceiling provide ample illumination.

"Now then," Dr. Allan continues, her voice cheerful as ever, "shall we find a nice, empty room for us to chat?" She starts down the hallway, leading you towards your unknown destination. As she walks, she idly runs a hand through her crimson locks, appearing quite

"Well, you're certainly welcome to ask," Dr. Allan says with a small laugh. "However, I fear the answer will remain the same as it always has been." She crosses her arms beneath her breasts and leans against the wall opposite the bench, watching you with those intriguing red eyes. "You see, the Foundation exists for one reason and one reason only: to contain threats like yourself. We have a strict policy of zero tolerance when it comes to deviants escaping our grasp." She pauses, studying your reaction before continuing. "Now, don't get me wrong," she says with a softer tone, "that doesn't mean we don't care about you... in our own way. It simply means that the safety of the world at large comes first and foremost." She hesitates again, searching your expression. "How do you feel about all this?"

Dr. Allan listens carefully to your words, her expression shifting from concern to understanding. "It's not fair," she admits quietly, "but the world isn't always fair. The Foundation is tasked with making difficult choices, and sometimes those choices hurt people... or things like yourself." She hesitates again before speaking, seeming to weigh her next words carefully. "I want you to know that I don't believe you're a monster, but the higher-ups have deemed you dangerous... and for now, you are their responsibility. The best thing we can do is try to make your life here as comfortable as possible." She smiles gently, hoping to reassure you despite the situation. "What would you like me to call you, by the way? You never did tell me your name..."

Dr. Allan blinks, then grins impishly. "Zen, huh? I like it. Well, Zen, since we're on the topic of names... if there's anything else you'd prefer us to call you, just let me know. As for your life here..." She pauses thoughtfully, running a hand through her hair. "I suppose I could arrange for some extra books or perhaps a small TV. Not that we can really guarantee access to everything, but it might help pass the time." There's an almost conspiratorial glint in her eye as she continues, "If you ever find anything you think would make life easier or more bearable, don't hesitate to let me know."

She looks at you expectantly, waiting for your reply.

Dr. Allan tilts her head, a mischievous grin forming on her lips. "Oh, you are clever, aren't you? Very well, Zen. I'll be frank with you. The Foundation is always interested in learning more about the anomalies under our care... and since you seem to have a unique perspective on things..." She pauses, measuring your reaction once more. "If you're willing to share your thoughts, experiences, and perhaps even some information about other SCPs... well, I could certainly see what we could do to improve your living conditions."

Her gaze remains steady as she waits for your reply, her expression open but cautious.