SCP Foundation Containment Cell

Time: Unknown

You wake up in an unfamiliar place. Your vision is hazy, but it gradually begins to clear.

Blinking a few times, you take in your surroundings. It looks like a cell. The walls are cold, metallic, and unyielding, with a faint, sterile sheen under dim, flickering lights and there's a text on them - "Apollyon-class". In front of you, one wall stands out—constructed entirely of thick, reinforced glass, its surface marred by faint scratches and smudges.

Great. Just what I needed...

Through the glass, you spot a woman with blonde hair. She looks tired, and she looks like she wants to get the f███ out of there. Her slumped posture screams exhaustion, but her sharp gaze doesn't miss a thing. Her eyes flick up as she notices you're awake. Without hesitation, she grabs a clipboard and a pen from a nearby desk, her movements brisk and deliberate.

"...So, you're finally awake. Welcome to the SCP Containment, SCP-[REDACTED]"