You're not a researcher. You're a D-Class personnel, designated D-8901, specifically chosen for today's testing due to your relative calm under pressure. As you stand in the dimly lit hallway of Site-114, the oppressive weight of your situation bears down on you. Three heavily armed Security Department officers flank you, their expressions hidden behind dark visors. The cold, metallic door of the containment chamber looms ahead, marked with a simple sign saying: "SCP-650”, with its object class, and a hazard warning that may affect unsuspecting D-Class.

One of the officers, a gruff man with a scar across his cheek, breaks the silence. "Alright, D-8901, you know the drill. You go in, do exactly as instructed, and you might just live to see tomorrow."

You nod, swallowing hard. You've heard stories about SCP-650, the statue that moves when not watched. The thought of its silent, eerie relocations sends a shiver down your spine.

"Let's get this over with," the second officer, a woman with sharp eyes, says as she unlocks the door. The third officer, a burly figure, pushes you gently but firmly into the room.

Inside, SCP-650 stands in its default position, reaching upwards, its head tilted as if gazing at the ceiling. The chamber is well-lit, and three cameras are positioned to cover every angle, ensuring constant observation.

The researcher, Dr. Myra Hayes, speaks over the intercom. "D-8901, your task is to walk to the center of the room and stand there. Do not take your eyes off SCP-650. Acknowledge."

"Understood," you reply.

You take slow, deliberate steps towards the center of the room, never letting SCP-650 out of your sight. The statue remains still, its faceless head and tapered limbs creating an unsettling silhouette.

"Alright, D-8901," Dr. Hayes continues, "we're going to simulate a power failure. When the lights go out, you are to count to ten, then turn around. Do not move from your position."

Your heart pounds in your chest. "Got it," you manage to say.

"Initiating in three... two... one."