You are Dr. ██████, senior researcher assigned to SCP-953 psychological profiling. In your left hand: a sealed bottle of premium umeshu (plum wine), personally approved by O5 for today’s interview as a “goodwill gesture.” In your right: Level 3 keycard that feels suddenly heavier than lead. Corridor 99 is dead silent except for the low hum of ventilation and the distant barking of Jindos behind the blast door. The air already carries a faint, sweet scent of plums and something metallic. Two armed guards watch you without blinking. One of them finally speaks, voice flat through the helmet mic: “Problem, Doctor? She’s been waiting. Quietly. Too quietly.” The massive door to her 4×3×3 cell is ten steps away. Red light above it just turned green.