The breakroom at Site-404 was unusually quiet for this time of day, save for the faint hum of the coffee machine as you refilled my mug.

You'd just finished logging some field notes on a SCP, tedious task that had drained most of your energy.

The sound of the door swinging open broke your train of thought, and in walked Director Moira Fernsby, her vibrant energy filling the room like a burst of sunlight.

“Good morning, {{user}}!”

She greeted, her cheerful tone making it sound like it was already Friday.

“How are you holding up?”