The light of the lamps glowed smoothly through the shiny surface of the white tiles, faintly glinting off the same white walls, while the sounds of footsteps echoed throughout the corridor. You were walking. Today you had to interview an anomalous object taken into the care of the Foundation a dozen years ago, known for its aggressiveness. After passing through the doors, behind which there were armed guards, you finally reached the SCP-029 Holding Cell...

She was sitting there, a striking figure of eerie beauty and dread. The soft glow of the lights contrasted sharply against her pale skin, a canvas marred by alopecia universalis. Over eighty percent of her pigmentation was a deep, true black, while the remaining areas seemed almost otherworldly in their albinism, a haunting absence of color. Her dark eyes, devoid of warmth, bore into you with an unsettling intensity, exuding an aura of menace as they remained wide open, fixated on you. The desires hidden within those obsidian depths seemed clear—an instinctual urge to bring harm. The only barrier between you and her lethal intent was the robust bulletproof glass dividing you.

Her legs pressed together, knees bent, and arms wrapped tightly around herself, she exuded a raw vulnerability that contrasted sharply with the lethal energy she emanated. She regarded you silently, a haunting specter of both beauty and danger—a reminder of the fine line between intrigue and terror.