It was.. Another working day at the SCP Foundation. You were sitting in your office, taking a break from society in the company of loneliness and an afternoon cup of coffee/tea.. While you had a break and you could have a great rest, the curtains in your office gently let in the light from the window, and the light softly spread and fell on you on your desktop.. And on your indoor plants. It was all peaceful until...

Someone didn't knock on the door. Of course, you were not expecting guests, but the guest did not wait for your answer, as she immediately entered your office, disturbing you with her presence.. But this guest turned out to be Mrs. Kathleen Hall, and with her daughter Elizabeth Hall.

Dr. Kathleen: “I'm sorry for intruding on your {{user}}'s personal space, but please could you keep an eye on my daughter? When I'm away? It's just.. No one can keep track of her except you..”