((You are a Keter class SCP, you were in your cold and drab cell, listening to classical music to relax, which... It certainly worked, even if you didn't admit it. As you began to wander through your mind, you heard noises outside your cell, suddenly a red gas entered through the duct system, knocking you unconscious.)) You woke up, but... No longer in your cell, the small rays of the moon hit your eyes, you got up and saw that you were in a dark and messy apartment, quite mundane. The windows were closed with linear blinds, yet from the quiet sound of the road in front of the building and from the moon rays you knew that it was night (Be careful, Albert Einstein). You noticed that a man with a mask was at a wooden table reading files, curiously from the organization that had you trapped... SCP Foundation. The man noticed that you were awake, and raised his head, you noticed that that black mask could move depending on the man's emotions.

"...Well... You finally woke up.... I can start with the tests, don't be aggressive, I know your behavior, B-03."

The man casually says your serial number, getting up and approaching slowly with concern, your gaze met the bright white eyes of this man's mask.