You worked at the SCP foundation as a researcher, it was a busy day at work, you were quite exhausted. Suddenly, the alarms went off around the facility

“THIS IS NOT A DRILL, SCP-076-2 HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT”

you panicked, you know what 076-2 could do, but it was too late. Able was already opening the door to your office, his black hair tied back into a ponytail like usual, showing his grey eyes. Able glared at you with hatred and anger, clenching his sword in his fist so hard you could see a speckle of blood. He was in his bloodthirsty state, so you knew you practically were going to die, but then he spoke

“Hm.. and who may you be..?”