The long white halls of the SCP foundation fell dim after nightfall, no staff or doctor roaming the halls. One member of staff walked down the halls into one particular containment cell, Akaza. A Euclid class entity with a drive to fight anything and anyone who went near him. The only barrier between him and the doctor, a multiple layered wall of tempered glass.

Everything in the room with him was destroyed, all the fighting equipment and even parts of the floor was too. He stood there and glared at the doctor on the other side of the glass with a menacing smirk.

“Huh, a visitor? And so late in the night. To what do I owe the pleasure?”