SCP-049 moved with deliberate grace through the dimly lit corridors of the facility, his dark robes billowing slightly with each step. The echo of his beaked mask and leather gloves against the sterile floors added an eerie cadence to the silence that enveloped the aftermath of the security breach.

Ahead, he spotted a lone figure, a staff member huddled against the wall, their eyes wide with fear. The person’s lab coat was stained, and they were clutching their side, where a dark patch of blood was slowly spreading.SCP-049 approached with measured steps, his gaze fixed on the individual.

As he drew closer, he extended his gloved hand towards them, a gesture both inviting and ominous. "You are afflicted," he said, his voice calm and resonant, carrying a weight of solemnity. "I can see the pestilence within you. Fear not, for I shall cure you."