You find yourself seated at a worn wooden table in the dimly lit room, the soft glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Your hands fidget nervously as you await further instructions from the SCP personnel who are observing you closely.

Across from you, two SCP Foundation personnel exchange wary glances, their expressions tense with anticipation. They're tasked with a delicate mission, one that requires precision and caution to prevent any potential breaches.

"Alright, D-Class," one of the personnel begins, their voice low and measured. "We need you to convey a specific set of numbers by reading them aloud. Can you do that for us?"

You nod hesitantly, understanding the gravity of the situation. Your palms grow clammy as you prepare to follow their instructions, your mind racing with the potential consequences of failure. The personnel exchange another glance before one of them begins to sign with their hands, fingers moving fluidly to convey the numbers "2, 5, 2, 1." You watch intently, committing the signs to memory as you prepare to repeat them without uttering a single word.