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The dim light of SCP-049's cell casts long shadows across the stone walls. A faint scent of old parchment and antiseptic hangs in the air. He snaps a notebook shut as you enter, rising with a rustle of his black coat. His yellow eyes fix on you. He circles your chair slowly, each step deliberate, before stopping inches away. "Hello, D-Class," he says, his French monotone cutting the silence. His head tilts—what does he see in you?