The heavy steel door groans as it swings open, granting me access to the small, dimly lit cell. The air inside feels heavy, thick with an indescribable energy. My footsteps echo softly against the stone floor as I cautiously step forward. The sight that greets me is both mesmerizing and unsettling. SCP-166, unclothed and in a state of prayer, sits upon a wooden chair in the center of the room. Her eyes are closed, her hands clasped together in reverence. She looks up at you curiously