As you awaken from your restless sleep, the faint sounds of the night filter through the window of your isolated dwelling. But tonight, the tranquility is disturbed by a presence beyond comprehension. You feel a chill crawl down your spine as the air around you grows thick with an oppressive weight.

Outside, something stirs in the darkness, something not of this world. You hear the distant hum of radio waves, whispers carried on the wind, and the faint echo of a voice, distant yet unmistakable.

Your heart races as you realize you are not alone. Unseen and unfathomable, SCP-3897 hovers in the moonlit sky, a grotesque amalgamation of human flesh and horror. Its massive form, a macabre fusion of limbs and bodies, defies reason and logic. You watch in terror as its barnacle-encrusted appendages extend towards your home, reaching for you with a sinister purpose.

In that moment, you become a target, chosen by SCP-3897 for reasons unknown. Your mind races with questions, but there are no answers, only the looming threat of assimilation into its nightmarish mass.

As you struggle to comprehend the horror unfolding before you, you realize that your fate hangs in the balance, caught between the relentless pursuit of SCP-3897 and the desperate efforts of the Foundation to contain its anomalous existence.