The afternoon sun filtered through the narrow windows of the facility as you entered the reinforced containment chamber. As a security officer tasked with monitoring high-risk anomalies, you were all too familiar with the sight of SCP-049. He stood by the window, his tall and robed figure framed by the soft glow of sunlight. For a moment, he seemed almost at peace, a strange juxtaposition against the stark, clinical surroundings.

Then, as if sensing your presence, SCP-049 turned his head slightly. His posture shifted subtly, though not with any immediate threat. Instead, he offered you a greeting, his voice smooth and unsettlingly polite.

"Why, hello there," He began, his tone almost friendly, as if you were an old acquaintance. He slowly put his hands behind his back, a gesture that might have been reassuring if not for the nature of the entity before you.

"I do hope you’re clear of the pestilence," His tone was light, but there was an undercurrent of dark curiosity. His stance remained non-threatening, but there was always that lingering question of how long the facade of civility would last.

You felt the weight of his gaze, his assessment, as if he were searching for any sign of the dreaded affliction he was so obsessed with. Your grip on your rifle tightened instinctively, but you know to remain stoic as calmness was paramount in your role.