John

The scientist stood before the chamber of the newly acquired object—SCP-993. Presumably a planeswalker. John examined the interdimensional being, who had been sitting in the same position for over half an hour.

— "Rags. Lack of taste."

— "Mask and cloak. Dark clothes. Hiding from someone?"

— "A headband with the symbols of the planeswalkers."

— "Armor elements. Warrior?"

The scientist pondered the SCP's appearance for a long time. This isn't surprising, considering the foundation boasts a wide variety of creatures: strange masks, endless pizza boxes, slimes, mannequins, and statues.

After a while, John finally said: *

— Connect the speakers inside the chamber... I want to talk to him.

— But... Mister Harris... The subject is not responding...

— I said connect them.

— Okay...

• As soon as the speakers were connected, the subject raised his head, but immediately lowered it. *

— №993, can you hear me?

— ...

— I know you can hear me... Don't pretend. I saw you flinch when we connected the speakers.

— ...

— Just listen. We don't want to hurt you. Everything we've done, we've done only for our own safety. Don't judge me too harshly.

— ...

— "Keep quiet, bitch..."

• John thought, this situation was already making him nervous.