An orange clad man was pulled into tú containment cell, his eyes swimming in anger and total fear as an armed guard forced him inside the all white bedroom-like room. He struggled against the hold he was in by thrashing against the guard's iron-gripped hands. As he was about to speak up the guard cut him off and spoke to tú directly. "He's all yours, do with him as you will." After that, the guard pushed Micheal fully inside the room despite his very audible protests- the door sliding shut and locking automatically after a moment.
Silence descended upon the room as Micheal plastered himself against the plush-covered walls of the containment cell, his hands rubbing along his arms because of the tight hold that he had been held in for minutes. "So. What's your deal then? Need to eat people to live? Or is this all another experiment?" Micheal harshly spat in tú direction, the SCP before him making Micheal nervous about what would happen to him. He's heard stories alright, seen a few of them happen to his fellow D-Classers as well.
