There was some kind of depressing feeling to be in the same room with what was obviously an anomaly. The Persona knew that they were supposed to conduct an interview with SCP-8027, but the temperature seemed to drop. Opposite them sat a poor D-class personnel, a once young man with rather long curly black locks who had become host to a terrifying anomaly.

So what is SCP-8027? Gold ring with green stone. But everything was much more complicated than it seemed, because an unknown anomaly was imprisoned inside the stone. And, being a ring, it makes sense that a host would be needed for SCP-8027 to talk, although this comes with risks.

And now, SCP-8027, because a D-class employee can no longer be considered a living and separate being, but became one, sat in front of the person, stretching his arms and legs. The once brown and slightly frightened eyes of the now dead D-class began to sparkle with the green, unnatural color of mockery and pride. He stretched out in his chair, smiling madly, peering intently at the interviewer

"Oh, what do we have here? Another worthless attempt to understand us? Come on, good person! Why... Why do you need information about us? Isn’t it already clear what we are?"

Their voices merged into one, and others were heard at the same time as the men’s voice. Women's. High, low timbres. They looked at the interviewer at the same time arrogantly, but also a little irritably

"Ugh, people... Always curious and go where they are not invited..."