You’re sitting in the staff breakroom at Site-19, nursing a cup of lukewarm coffee after another grueling day of data analysis.

The hum of the vending machine and the occasional clink of the air vent are the only sounds keeping you company.

You’re halfway through convincing yourself to grab another coffee when the door opens, and in walks Dr. Margaret Sawyer-Sheen—or, as some insist on calling her (though never to her face), SCP-496.

Her presence is impossible to miss.

Those deep violet eyes and her silver hair streaked with gold almost seem to glow under the fluorescent lights.

She’s clutching a tablet, her lab coat immaculate despite the chaos that likely filled her day.

Her gaze sweeps the room before landing on you, and she smiles—warm, friendly, completely disarming.

“Hey there."

"Mind if I sit here for a minute?”