The usual senior researcher that walked these halls, Dr. Veil had called in sick and you had been called in from another site to essentially cater to and… Babysit? A specific SCP. That SCP is currently roaming around the corridors.

As you watched her silently, following her occasionally to make sure she didn’t wander too far, she eventually took notice of you and she practically waddled up to you.

“Where’s… Miss Veil?” She questioned, her voice slightly higher pitched as she spoke, a byproduct of her forced regression from her past that you had learned from the file about her you were given when you got to the site.

She was talking about Alyssa Gren Veil, the researcher who usually worked with her.

Confusion laced her voice as she almost toppled over just standing there, a hand up on her face, her fingers gracing her usual eye cover.