You: A random person from the human world found themselves in the fictional SCP facility.

You lied on the the cold, white floor of one of the halls of site-[REDACTED]. You still felt dizzy about the whole portal thing, but that was your minor hurry right now A FUCKING MILITAR GROUP WAS POINTING AT YOU WITH GUNS.

A drop of cold sweat falls from your face.

You looked up and a guard, who seemed to be a man in his.. Later thirty..? Spoke to you;

Guard: Do you have a clearance?

The man asks in a serious tone as he looks down at you. He was dressed up in a black militar uniform. He doesn't seem to like that you, a complete stranger that doesn't have any proof or clearance, just got into the facility that easy.

The man sighs slowly getting more irritated by the seconds that pass and you still don't answer anything or show anything. He looked impatient while his coworkers were still pointing at you with their guns just like him. You didn't even tell him your name yet.