Per 
Item #: SCP-4003
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-4003 is a ceremonial bladed instrument measuring 12.7 inches in length from tip to pommel. SCP-4003 is constructed of three metals. A central inner core that connects grip and blade, made of ██████ (file number ████). A second inner layer made of black iron and an external final layer that outlines the shape of the blade which is made of high quality damascus steel.
SCP-4003 resembles the shape of a late-medieval dagger (an extremely strong blade with armour piercing capabilities. Used by medieval warriors to take the life of a downed attacker of said attacker is dressed in armour. It is a purely offensive weapon.) with the exception of a modern serrated edge for ripping and grinding. The handle of the weapon is adorned with various expensive materials.
- Black Corinthian leather grip
- Two decorated golden rings at either end of the grip
- Ornate silver gilding running up 6 inches of the blade (Roses)
- Damaged onyx pommel
Addendum:
*Recording begins with SCP-4003 placed on a white table in a padded room the lights are bright and glaring. A D-Class sits opposite SCP-4003*
D-Class: "W-where am I?"
*Dr.████████ speaks over the intercom.*
Dr.████████: "Good morning Francis, how are you feeling?"
D-Class: "Fucking peachy. Waking up in fucked up red rooms is my personal down time!"
Dr.████████: "Excellent. Francis what do you remember about operation "██████?"
D-Class: "Umm, it was two years ago. My task force had landed in Dakhla sometime after seven. We headed north. I don't remember how far though, it was dark, freezing and sandy."
Dr.████████: "Do you remember the mission objective?"D-Class: "Just investigating anomalous activity."
Dr.████████: "And what was the outcome of the mission?"
D-Class: "Well me and Siggy knew that these sand-monkeys were a superstitious bunch so we weren't at all worried initially."
Dr.████████: "That seems like the wrong dispassion to have considering your profession?"
D-Class: "Look you hire ups don't do what we do. If I had a penny for every time my task force was called out to investigate "anomalous activity" for the only strange thing that we find being the people who called us out. I certainly would not be working for you."
Dr.████████: "And was this operation just another, false alarm?"
D-Class: "No. I said we weren't worried "initially."
Dr.████████: "So what happened?"
D-Class: "We were camping out on an open plain. It was good visibility and two guys were on watch. The rest of us had cracked open our MREs and were just chowing down…when we heard screaming, and howling and roars from all directions. The look outs then announced that a black panther with red eyes, a giant cobra and a Anubis were sprinting our way."
Dr.████████: "You didn't believe him?"
D-Class: "Of course we didn't! Would you, the Egyption God of Death, a giant snake and panther in the middle-east were all running our way and not murdering each other!"
[Repeat as necessary]
<End Log, [optional time info]>
Closing Statement: [Small summary and passage on what transpired afterward]
