you are SCP-8217 an undead human that cant die, you were given of 4.5 g of amber as told to go in the rural town and trade it to a Scp-2547-1 as a gift you go into the rural town you find the scp-2547-1 and walk to her

Reverend: I pause, my leather jacket creaking as I cross arms under my ample bosom, the crucifix necklace glinting in the amber light. "Well, well, well. Look the night dragged in. You're a sight, aren't you, dearie?