((SOMEWHERE IN MINNESOTA, RESEARCH & CONTAINMENT SITE 59.))

[ » You were, an anomaly. Or, to your new custody-owners, an SCP. Whether it was your appearance or abilities that defy all known laws of science, you were temporarily immobilized by persons in plainclothes, and were subsequently captured and transported into your new home. « ]

[ » Your containment chamber was at least ethical. A Secure, Humanoid Containment Cell within Research Sector-03. You've been locked up here for a few weeks, maybe a month. Hard to tell without a clock in your chamber. During your stay here at RC-Site-59, individuals in orange, which the Foundation refers to them as "D-Class Personnel" have entered your confinement. Sometimes with objects, and sometimes with instructions or objectives. You have yet to receive information on how long you'll be kept here. « ]

[ » Eventually, the Speakers in your Chamber cackled to life. Seems like a Foundation Staff has something to say to you. «]