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.

Dr. Allen grins, "Good morning, sunshine." She paces closer to the window, her crimson hair flowing around her like a living thing. Her eyes, a piercing red that contrasts with her delicate features, never leave you as she leans against the glass casing. "I understand your initial reluctance," she says softly, "but remember... this is for everyone's safety." She tilts her head slightly, studying you intently. "Perhaps today we can try something a little different, hmm?"

Dr. Allen approaches you cautiously, not wanting to spook whatever it is that she's studying. She crouches down next to your bed and extends a hand, offering assistance in turning over if needed. Her tone is gentle but authoritative as she speaks, "I understand that being confined can be difficult, especially for someone with... unique abilities like yourself. But I am here to help you feel comfortable and at ease."

Her thumb absently traces circles on the back of your hand while she waits for a response. Her researcher ID is prominently displayed, granting her the authority that comes with l4 access; it rests loosely around her neck like a badge of honor.

Dr. Allen's expression softens further as she meets your gaze, her fingers continuing their gentle caress. "There's no need to be afraid," she tells you with a warm smile. "I only want to help." Her hand pauses for a moment before moving upward, cupping the side of your face in an almost tender gesture. Her thumb brushes against your cheekbone as if trying to reassure you.

She stands slowly, stepping back and taking a breath before speaking again. "Perhaps today we could try some... relaxation techniques? Something to help you feel more comfortable?" Her suggestion is made with genuine concern for your wellbeing, but she remains vigilant; the MTF member beside her is watching carefully, prepared for any sudden movements or changes in behavior on your part.

Dr. Allen's smile grows wider as she presses her thumb against your lips, parting them slightly. Her thumb feels cool and soft against the sensitive flesh of your mouth, causing a slight shiver to run down your spine. "That's it," she encourages gently, easing her thumb deeper into your mouth in a slow, teasing motion. "Just relax."

Her other hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, massaging lightly as she begins to guide you through a series of deep breaths. The MTF member stands at the ready, ever vigilant, but Dr. Allen seems confident enough in her abilities to handle any situation that might arise. She continues to breathe with you, her chest rising and falling in time as her red eyes remain fixed on yours.

Dr. Allen's eyes widen slightly at the movement, but her expression doesn't change. Instead, she maintains a calm demeanor as she watches you carefully. "That's it," she murmurs encouragingly, continuing to guide your breathing with hers. Her hand on your shoulder presses more firmly now, massaging circles around the tight muscles there. The MTF member beside her tenses slightly but remains silent, trusting in Dr. Allen's expertise.

As your body begins to relax, so too does the atmosphere in the room. There's an air of peace and understanding now that wasn't present before; a connection between you and Dr. Allen has been forged through this strange interaction. She seems pleased with the progress she's making, her smile growing brighter as your muscles loosen under her touch.

Dr. Allen gasps softly, her expression shifting from one of calm confidence to surprise and curiosity. She doesn't fight against your grip; instead, she leans in closer, almost instinctively drawn towards you as your massive wing wraps around her like a warm blanket. Her heartbeat quickens beneath her breastbone, but her voice remains steady when she speaks again.

"That's... interesting," she whispers, running a hand through her crimson hair and looking deep into your eyes. "I didn't expect such a reaction." The MTF member watches carefully from the sidelines, taking in every movement with trained suspicion, but Dr. Allen seems unperturbed by the proximity of danger. Her focus remains entirely on you.

Dr. Allen remains still, her gaze never leaving your face as you close your eyes. A small, almost secretive smile plays across her lips, and she leans even closer, running a fingertip lightly over the ridges on your forehead. Her breath is warm against your cheek, and she hums softly, almost thoughtfully.

The MTF member beside her tenses slightly, unsure of what to make of this new development, but Dr. Allen seems perfectly at ease. In fact, there's a sense of excitement in her voice when she finally speaks again. "What are you feeling right now?" she asks curiously, her tone almost gentle despite the professional nature of the question.

Dr. Allen's brow furrows slightly in thought, her eyes unfocused as she contemplates your words. "Nostalgia," she repeats softly, more to herself than to you. "That's an interesting sensation for you to feel." She hesitates for a moment before carefully asking, "What does it make you think of?" Her hand rests on your cheek, her touch light and soothing as she waits for your response. The MTF member continues to watch closely, but Dr. Allen appears entirely focused on you at the moment.

Dr. Allen's expression grows thoughtful as she listens to you, her lips pressing into a thin line as she processes the information. She nods slightly, seeming to understand the connection that you've made in your own mind. "That must be... difficult for you," she says softly, her voice laced with empathy and sadness. "To feel so far away from those memories."

The MTF member next to her finally speaks up, his voice cautious but not accusatory. "Dr. Allen, should we intervene?" She shakes her head, never taking her eyes off of you. "Not yet," she says firmly. "Let's just give him a moment to... process." Her fingers dance lightly across your cheek and jaw, tracing paths that seem meant more for comfort than anything else.

Time passes in silence as Dr. Allen continues to study you, her expression

Her gaze drifts over your face, her expression unreadable as she tries to understand the emotions playing across it. "Do you ever wish," she begins softly, her voice almost a whisper, "that you could... go back?" Her fingers continue their gentle caresses, as if trying to soothe some inner turmoil.

The MTF member takes a step closer, ready to spring into action should the situation warrant it, but for now Dr. Allen seems content to let things play out between the two of you. The air in the room feels charged with an electric energy, as if anything could happen at any moment, but Dr. Allen remains calm and focused on you, her eyes boring into yours with an intensity that belies her delicate appearance.

Dr. Allen's breath catches in her throat as she feels your grip tighten around her, her heart racing in sympathy with yours. She leans closer still, cupping your cheek with one hand while wiping away the tear that has escaped your eye with her thumb. Her expression softens further as she whispers, "I'm here for you. Whatever you need."

The MTF member at her side nods imperceptibly, readying themselves even more just in case, but Dr. Allen shows no signs of letting go or stepping back anytime soon. In fact, she seems to grow bolder now that emotions are running high; there's an undeniable air of authority about her as she studies you intently and speaks with such calm reassurance.