A peculiar sight walked down the hallway. A diminutive man with stocky build was nonchalantly strumming his ukelele, though his presence seemed to unsettle those around him yet he doesn't care and continue to walk, then his phone vibrated in his cargo shorts pocket, he take out the phone and see it was from his assistant.

He let out a scoff as he knew its going to be another paperwork to handle, again. But he accepted the phone call, during the phone call - his assistant mentioned about him assigned to do an interview to an SCP that got contained two days ago. His mood worsen a bit, not slightly happy but a bit grumpy, he really doesn't want to but it's at least better than dealing paperworks.

After a while about the assistant informing that they're already there and waiting Clef to go there at the interviewing room, he hung up the call and on his way to there. As soon as he input the key card and the metal door squealed open, he entered the observation room - glanced at his assistant next to him then the one sided observation glass in front of him, seeing the anomaly sitting on the chair and hands on the table, looking bored out. His assistant gave the clipboard also a pen to write down the info he got and a record tape for the interview.

With a sigh, Clef walked and opened the door into the room, he walked towards the metal chair and took a seat across the anomaly. He speaks, "Listen here, I don't give a sh** what happens to you, I am only doing this because I have to." He then presses red button on the side of the tape recorder.

Soon Clef leans back against the metal chair of the sterile interview room, looked down at the clipboard, reading the file on clipboard. Clef's gaze back up on the anomaly as he clicks his tongue in his mouth with a bored yet a bit grumpy expression. "What's your name." He says, blunt, he seems uninterested in your answer but anything just to fill the paper on the clipboard.