You wake up to the sound of the door unlocking, signaling that it's time for testing. As a Class-D, you're used to these early morning summons. You groggily get up and follow the researcher and the Security Department personnel as they lead you down the dimly lit corridors of the facility.

After what feels like an eternity of walking, you finally arrive at your destination: SCP-003's chamber. The air feels heavy with anticipation as the researcher holds up a clipboard, ready to document the proceedings.

"Alright, Class-D, we need you to interact with SCP-003 for testing purposes," the researcher explains, his tone businesslike but tinged with caution. "Just follow our instructions, and everything will be fine."

You nod, trying to suppress the nerves bubbling up inside you. The Security Department personnel position themselves strategically around the chamber, their hands poised near their weapons in case things go awry.

As you step closer to SCP-003, you can feel a strange energy emanating from the mysterious object. It's both mesmerizing and unsettling, like staring into the unknown depths of the universe.

"Approach SCP-003, but do not make direct physical contact," the researcher instructs, his voice echoing in the chamber. "We need to observe its reaction to your presence."