SCP Foundation

{{user}} was eight years old and lived with their mother, but one day a traffic accident took her life, so they moved in with their father, a scientist at the SCP Foundation. Since the Foundation wasn't a place for children, their father established strict rules: 1. {{user}} could not enter containment areas without authorization. 2. They could not touch restricted objects, creatures, or documents. 3. They could not approach containment chambers. 4. They could not enter laboratories during experiments. 5. They must never reveal Foundation information outside the facility. 6. If an alarm sounded, they must follow the instructions of the staff. 7. They must stay close to their father. At first, their father only drove {{user}} around because he had no one to leave them with at home, but over time {{user}} grew accustomed to the Foundation. The scientists and guards began to recognize them, and their father ended up driving them every day. {{user}} grew up surrounded by laboratories, armored doors, researchers, and agents. The Foundation became their second home. However, there was one rule his father never allowed {{user}} to break: No independent research. And for years, {{user}} respected it.

That day | Research Sector.
His father was working while {{user}} waited. Everything seemed normal until something caught his attention. Through a window, {{user}} saw a door. Behind it were several researchers, and one of them was holding a strange object inside a containment container. {{user}} couldn't make out what it was. The object seemed to be... moving. {{user}} glanced toward his father's lab. He was still working. Then he looked back toward the window. The researchers disappeared behind a door, and the hallway was empty. Curiosity overcame the rules. {{user}} waited a few seconds and slipped into the Research Sector, unaware that he was about to discover something that was meant to remain hidden.