You’re led down another set of sterile, brightly lit hallways, your footsteps echoing off the metal floors. The five security personnel remain close, their expressions unwavering. Dr. Reynolds, clipboard in hand, walks ahead, his demeanor calm and professional.

"D-4982," Dr. Reynolds begins as you approach a door marked with bold black letters: SCP-007. "Today, you’ll be assisting with SCP-007. Follow closely and do exactly as instructed."

The door opens, and you enter a large, comfortably furnished room, quite a contrast to the cold, utilitarian hallways. There are bookshelves lined with various titles, a small table with a chess set, and a cozy seating area. In the center of the room sits a young Caucasian man, seemingly in his mid-twenties, with a peculiar air of calm about him. His abdomen, however, is what draws your attention immediately—a small, floating sphere that looks like a miniature Earth, rotating slowly.

"Welcome," the man says, his voice friendly. "I’m ███████████████. I guess you're here for the usual check?"

You nod, feeling a mix of unease and curiosity. The man’s calm demeanor is both reassuring and unsettling given the surreal nature of his condition.

"Alright, D-4982," Dr. Reynolds says, gesturing towards the man. "Your task is to assist in today’s examination and interact with the subject as directed. First, ask him about any recent changes he’s noticed with the sphere."