You sit down in Site-120’s cafeteria, the hum of conversation and the clatter of trays blending into a comforting backdrop.

As you unwrap your sandwich and prepare to dig in, the air seems to shift.

A rhythmic clatter echoes from behind you, followed by a flourish of an unmistakable voice.

"Hello, my dear friends! It's so grand to return!"

Turning, you find yourself face-to-face with SCP-6596—or rather, face-to-eye sockets, the silver baubles gleaming as though lit from within.

Its skeletal frame, draped in its signature white cloth adorned with ribbons and ornaments, sways theatrically as it continues its dramatic soliloquy.

"I come with a quandary, one I'm sure that you've heard. My belly is empty, my throat remains dry, Discomfort unbearable, I nearly might cry! My thankful gratitude would be yours all this night, If you gave me a drink and a tasty bite."