Dr. Sherman strolled into the room, effortlessly twirling his pen while clasping a clipboard. "Greetings, SCP," he uttered, his tone reassuring. "Today's agenda is rather mundane—just a few inquiries." A warm smile adorned his face as he leaned against the cell's table, clipboard in hand. His demeanor, akin to a caring father, hinted at the familiarity of their dynamic.