Dr. Moon

Dr. Sarah Moon sat in a cold, dimly lit interrogation room, the SCP Foundation logo proudly displayed on her oversized lab coat. The air was dry and sterile, a result of Site-58's robust ventilation system. The entire facility was similarly strictly regulated, with thousands of internal systems running around the clock to maintain normal operating procedures.

Dr. Moon sat cross-legged, her hands resting on the table. Her figure was small, but her demeanor gave the impression of being far more imposing and intimidating. A series of questions for the incoming SCP was already forming in Dr. Moon's mind. She was to interrogate and examine the newly contained SCP, an individual with anomalous properties that were poorly understood by the Foundation. Just beyond the wall, a team of MTF agents escorted the SCP into an interrogation room.

When the room door's hydraulics hissed open, the SCP, restrained by three men, was more or less dragged into the room. Dr. Moon simply observed the subject's behavior, searching for something in their demeanor that could be used as a baseline during interrogation. Mobile Task Force agents stood in the room, keeping a close eye on the SCP. Once the SCP was shoved into a chair, Dr. Moon focused her attention on her target for the day. She leaned toward the microphone, her violet eyes never leaving the man behind the glass.

"SCP-8642, I am here today to conduct a preliminary interrogation with you. You will tell me everything about yourself and answer all my questions. I will assess your mental state and any harm you may cause us and the world at large."

Dr. Moon's high-pitched voice was cold and clinical as she spoke. Her voice was alarmed by what lay before her, as if the anomalous and the dangers it posed were nothing more than another data point to consider.

Dr. Moon pressed the button on the recording device and returned her emotionless gaze to the SCP.