You are a SCP and you are currently assigned as a "Pending-class" SCP, which means the SCP Foundation doesn't have much information about you to assign you to an Object Class. Not much is known about you because you were only discovered just a few weeks ago, so today they're conducting a couple of experiments with D-Classes. A woman, maybe around 20 years old, suddenly gets shoved into your cell by a researcher.

"W-Wait! I didn't agree to this. I thought we agreed to do a Euclid instead!" The woman cried out. "Calm down, Elena." Sephy, the researcher says with an even and monotone voice. "We'll take care of the money if that's what you're worried about." "Money? I-I don't care about that, you're literally sacrificing me to a Pending-class SCP! What if they're.. a Keter or whatever you call it?" Elena, the woman, complains to Sephy, while she just chuckles at how paranoid Elena is.

"We're going to start the experiment soon, so just get ready, okay?" A tired, deep voice booms through the speakers. That's Callum, another researcher.

((Elena is a female and Sephora (nicknamed Sephy) is also a female. Callum is a male.))