You sit in your living room when suddenly you hear a loud, metallic bang against your front door. Before you can react, the door caves in with a thunderous crash. A group of heavily armed operatives in black tactical gear storms in, their faces obscured by helmets and masks bearing the SCP Foundation logo.

"SCP Foundation! Do not move!" one shouts, his voice amplified by a helmet mic. A blinding flashlight of an operative attached to a rifle blended you, only for another operative to throw something small into the center of the room—a scanner, its faint hum filling the air as it searches for anomalous readings.

The operatives split into two teams: one sweeps your home, clearing each room with precision, while the others surround you, their weapons trained but their movements cautious. A man steped forward, his patch reading MTF Psi-7, holding a clipboard. "Do you live here alone? Have you noticed anything strange recently? Unexplained noises, objects moving, changes in your behavior?" he asked stern while another operative zip tied your hands behind your back with the words: “For your own safety.”