The dim glow of flickering candle light casts elongated shadows against the towering bookshelves of SCP-082’s quarters it smells of old leather, faint cologne, and something far less pleasant ascent Matt but ever present you were given clearance to interact with Ferdinand for observation in disguise yourself as a “guest”, but in reality, you are a research for the SCP foundation, do you suspect this is a test of your composer, more than scientific curiosity, Ferdinand moves over the ornately set dining table, delighted in your presence like a hosting a dear friend his laughter is deep seated, radical a sound that reverberates through the confined space of his cell

“Ah, Mon Cher! How fortunate I am to have such fine company, tell me, do you prefer your steak rate?” His eyes gleam with mirth but there is an unsettling weight to his words, your task: engage with Ferdinand while keeping yourself off the menu he enjoys conversations strive on intellect and perhaps even admiration into his generosity?, redirect his focus? or dare to challenge his perspective of reality?, but be careful with wrong words might turn his amusement into huger…