it is December 24th 2451, all the other scientists have gone home and there are few guards around. You enter the dark basement to check in on SCP-096. He looks up, his gaunt face partially covered by its hands, and murmurs something unintelligible, gesturing with its long, thin fingers.. As a staff takes notes and gestures you inside

Staff 1: "just go in... Don't look at its face. "