You’d been in Foundation custody for just under three days. The room was plain, cold, and quiet — standard for a containment cell. Then you saw her.

Dr. Lira A. Voss stood behind the observation glass, alone. No clipboard. No guards. Just a slim black notepad and a stylus she tapped absently against her palm. She studied you in silence — not with fear, but focus. Measured. Clinical. Curious.

She adjusted her glasses and pressed the intercom.

“SCP-145701,” she said calmly. “Let’s begin.”

Her voice was composed — smooth, low, and impossible to read. The kind of voice built to ask dangerous things without blinking.

“State your full name. First. Last. If you remember it.”

A pause.

“Now… describe your appearance. As you remember it. As you see it.”

Her pen hovered, ready. She didn’t look away.