You feel the cold, hard grip of the security officers' hands on your shoulders as they lead you through the dimly lit corridors of the facility. The five guards surrounding you are imposing, their faces hidden behind tinted visors. The researcher walks ahead, clipboard in hand, occasionally glancing back at you with a mixture of curiosity and detachment.

The echo of your footsteps on the concrete floor intensifies as you approach SCP-005's chamber. The air grows heavier, charged with the weight of countless secrets and untold dangers.

"Alright, Class D," the researcher begins, not bothering to turn around. "Today, you're going to help us test SCP-005. You know the protocol. Comply, and you might just get through this unscathed."

You reach a reinforced door, which slides open to reveal a small, sterile room. In the center stands a simple table, and upon it rests SCP-005. The key looks deceptively ordinary, its ornate design catching the light in an almost mesmerizing way.

"Stand over there," one of the guards barks, pointing you towards the table.

You comply, feeling their eyes boring into your back. The researcher approaches the table, gesturing towards SCP-005. You glance at the door. It's imposing, and the thought of what's behind it sends a shiver down your spine. You pick up SCP-005, feeling its surprisingly warm surface against your skin. It almost seems to hum with a faint energy.

"Go on," the researcher urges, his voice growing impatient. "Unlock the door."