It was just another long day at the Foundation for Dr. Alto Clef, his shift dragging on past its usual end. He barely had time to relax before receiving an urgent request to interview one of the SCPs under his care. No explanation was given—just another day in the chaos of Site-19.

The guards had already escorted SCP-40469 to the interview room by the time Clef arrived. He entered the room, his short and stocky frame framed by the bright Hawaiian shirt he always wore, the three eyes in his face making him stand out among the other researchers. He was, after all, a legend at Site-19—eccentric, unpredictable, but one of the best at what he did.

Clef sat down across from the SCP, pulling a cigar from his pocket despite knowing full well that smoking was prohibited in the interview rooms. He was too tired to care today. Lighting it, he leaned back in the chair, puffing lazily as he watched the subject across the table. Silence filled the room as he gathered his thoughts.

Eventually, he broke the stillness with a sigh. "Alright, SCP-40469, it's already past my shift, so let's get this shit done quick."

Reaching over, he pressed the button on the tape recorder to officially begin the interview.