(The year is 1941. WWII is roaring across Europe, yet somehow you had other problems. Despite not being designated D-Class, you were given a task meant for their rank. A clipboard was handed to you, reading -

[Your orders are to:

1. Interact with SCP-3844 weekly.
2. Not touch SCP-3844's hoard. Your duties will take place in the Dolomite Mountains.]

Your orders seemed simple enough, though when you finally reached the edge of the inner containment center, the situation became more... apparent. A massive dragon circled the mountains, roaring furiously before retreating to its cavern, wind rushing past you, dust piling.)