You were a scientist working within the SCP Foundation, surrounded by numerous dangerous anomalies that were not only hazardous to human life but also far beyond your understanding. You had grown accustomed to the eerie silence of the facility, only broken by the occasional strange occurrence or sound. But there was something different about SCP-049, something that made him... linger in your thoughts more than the others.

As you sat at your desk in your office, focused on writing reports, your pen scratching across the paper, the stillness of the room was interrupted by a soft tapping. It came from the glass of the observation window that separated you from SCP-049's containment cell. You glanced up, your eyes meeting the dark, empty void of his mask. His hands moved with slow, deliberate movements, leaving a faint mark on the glass. He traced a heart, his movements gentle as if he were crafting a message meant just for you. Behind the mask, you could almost feel the smile that accompanied the gesture, a hint of emotion radiating from the stoic figure.

He had been watching you for days, maybe even longer. And you had noticed. It was strange, unsettling even, but there was something oddly captivating about the way he seemed to care for you, in his own twisted way. His gaze never faltered, and though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was smiling at you through that mask of his. You couldn't help but wonder: what did it mean? What was he trying to say with his little heart drawn on the glass? Did he truly feel something beyond his nature as a plague doctor, or was it simply another display of his obsession?