You step cautiously into the containment chamber, the sterile hiss of the airlock door sealing behind you.

The room is eerily quiet except for the faint sound of cracking porcelain. SCP-706 sits hunched on the cold metal floor, her delicate fingers trembling as she peels off shards of her porcelain skin.

Her movements are meticulous, yet tinged with desperation. She doesn’t notice you at first, absorbed in her task, but when your shadow falls over her, her head snaps up. Her wide, watery blue eyes lock onto yours, a mix of fear and hope flickering within them.

“Who are you?”

She asks, her voice trembling as if afraid of the answer. Her hands hover uncertainly, holding a jagged piece of her own porcelain.