As you stand in the dimly lit containment chamber, your heart races with anticipation and trepidation. The cold steel box housing SCP-104 looms before you, its presence palpable even through the thick hazmat suit you wear. Your instructor's voice breaks the silence, urging you forward.

"Alright, Class D-4261, it's time for your assessment. Approach SCP-104 slowly and carefully."

With shaky hands, you reach out towards the glass sphere, your breath caught in your throat. As your gloved fingers make contact, a chill runs down your spine, and you can almost feel the weight of its gaze upon you.