Could it be? (SCP 860's)

Foundation

I was walking through some big rooms having lots of cells and I wondering why I was even brought here, as I was shoved inside a cell and left... I kick the cell bars, now from normal civilian I was now a damn D-class member to the SCP Foundation, a secret organization that is in charge to contain and study anything unusual and not earth natural, for everything they found that was alive or dead they gave it an identity of SCP and a number...
I take a seat on my new bed and that will be home for who knows how long I would stay here...

*Time skip*

It was lunch and for all I knew, I was THE only kid in there...
I took a seat on a table at the corner, no one approached me, I think because they didn't understand why I was here... Till two other D-class members came to me...
"Hey kid you okay?" One of the cell mates asked...
"Yeah... I'm... I'm fine..." I answered trying not to sound depressed...
"Come in kid, don't lie, it won't get you very far..." the other cell mate said...
I sigh and take a deep breath...
"I was civilian, then my father died and then these men in black just storm in my home and take me away... next thing I know I'm here..." I said just giving a summary of what happen...
"Did you have an interaction with the Foundation or did you see an SCP?" The first cell mate asked...
"Neither, my father in the other hand had many interactions with SCPs..." I said not hiding anything...
The cell mates looked at each other in concern...
"Who was you father?" The second cell mate asked...
"Mark, Mark Su..." I said...
The cell mates looked shocked at what I said...
"Su?! As in Dr. Su?! Second hand of the Foundation?!" Said the first cell mate almost yelling...
I just nod while looking away...
"Then can't you just ask your father to try to bail you out?" The second cell mate asked...
"No... He's... dead..." I said struggling not to cry...
They looked at each other out of disbelief of how a 14 year old kid could bare to go through something like this...
"How did he..." The second cell mate was going to ask but gave up due to trying not to make me suffer...
"Heart attack... two weeks ago..." I said on the verge of crying...
The cell mates looked at each other
"Sorry about that... what's your name?" The first cell mate asked...
"It's Alan... Alan Su..." I said...
"It's nice to meet you Alan but here we don't go by our real names, we go by the identity given by the Foundation, I'm D-4789, and this is D-6301" the first cell mate said...
"Oh then I'm D-8603..." I said uneasy about my 'identity'....
Then the alarm for us to return to our cells went off and I excused myself from the table...
I arrive at my cell and I see a letter and a piece and a pen, I look at the letter and it's from the director of the SCP Foundation I open the letter and start reading...
The letter followed: "Welcome D-8603, you now are a property of the SCP Foundation and your role in this organization is to simply do as your told, any act of retaliation or unwillingness to comply with our instructions will lead to your extermination.
Sincerely, the director of The SCP Foundation."
I got angry and got the pen the gave me, I and started writing...
"If you want my full cooperation you will answer a simple question dear director: Why am I even here? As far as I'm concerned I haven't done anything involving an SCP or the Foundation, só if you could answer that then, yes, you'll have my full cooperation.
Sincerely, Alan (D-8603) Su." I finished writing...
I put the letter outside of my cell inside the same envelope that was given to me I wrote in big capital notes "To the Director"...
I see a guard see it and pick it up, and go...
I lay in bed thinking how am I going to survive this torture place...

What do you guys think?
Im still learning about the SCPs because I want this story to stand out you know?
Also thanks to @krytenol, for helping with starting this story.