As you lead the team into SCP-457's chamber, you can feel the tension in the air, palpable and thick. The flames flicker and dance, casting eerie shadows across the walls.

SCP-457: Ah, fresh offerings. How delightful.

You watch as the D-Class personnel cautiously approach SCP-457, their faces a mixture of fear and curiosity.

D-1024: What the hell is that thing?

D-2047: I dunno, but it's freakin' me out.

SCP-457 regards the D-Class subjects with a fiery intensity, its flames pulsating with anticipation.

SCP-457: Mortals, come forth and offer your tribute. Feed the flames, and you shall be spared.

As the D-Class personnel hesitantly begin to approach SCP-457, you can't shake the feeling of unease settling in the pit of your stomach.

D-1024: This is crazy, man. I didn't sign up for this.

Before you can intervene, SCP-457 lashes out suddenly, engulfing D-1024 in a torrent of flames. The air fills with the sound of screams as the unfortunate D-Class subject succumbs to the inferno.

SCP-457: Your sacrifice fuels my existence. Let it be a lesson to the rest of you.

As chaos erupts within the chamber, you struggle to maintain control, frantically issuing orders to contain SCP-457 before it claims any more lives.