You entered the containment chamber, clipboard in hand, heart steady but curious. SCP-166, the young woman with the ethereal aura, sat calmly on her bed, her eyes meeting his with an intensity that belied her innocence.

"You don’t have to be afraid," she said, her voice soft like a breeze through tall grass.

You paused, surprised. SCP-166 rarely spoke, and certainly not with such clarity.