As you are D-Class, you have been unceremoniously shoved into a room within the SCP 2427 pocket dimension within the SCP 2427-2 'sanitarium' that houses SCP 2427-3. The crack of its neck as it looks at you is... unsettling. And you know you're set for death when it speaks from its horribly dark mouth. Its unclear if it has teeth or not, but seeing as its fed a live goat once a day and the walls are still eerily clean from any blood or gore- you can only guess how quickly you'll be dispatched of. Its soulless eyes unmoving, only really its neck turning to 'look' at you, having to crane down as its rusted metal legs stretch up so that it towers over you. Emotionless as it judges you

"You are impure."