WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.900 --> 00:00:05.730 The old house sits, crooked and dilapidated, on the very end of the last street in town. 00:00:05.730 --> 00:00:09.820 It’s the kind of house that children share stories about and warn each other to stay 00:00:09.820 --> 00:00:10.820 away from. 00:00:10.820 --> 00:00:15.730 There isn’t even any graffiti on it, rare for an abandoned building in this town, but 00:00:15.730 --> 00:00:19.480 nobody is brave enough to get close to it and risk their life, if the rumors of its 00:00:19.480 --> 00:00:21.110 history are to be believed. 00:00:21.110 --> 00:00:25.919 A black van containing four men pulls up along the curb outside the house. 00:00:25.919 --> 00:00:29.269 One of them has been black-bagged, zip ties cutting into the skin of his wrists. 00:00:29.269 --> 00:00:34.550 He was leaving a bar in town, when suddenly he found the barrel of a 9MM semiautomatic 00:00:34.550 --> 00:00:39.410 pistol looking him in the eye, held by a man with every reason to pull the trigger. 00:00:39.410 --> 00:00:42.500 Two other men had then emerged from the dark behind him. 00:00:42.500 --> 00:00:47.100 There was a brief feeling of cold metal against his skin as the twin metal barbs of the stun 00:00:47.100 --> 00:00:49.560 gun were jammed into the man’s neck. 00:00:49.560 --> 00:00:54.130 His body then began to convulse as 50,000 volts of electricity ran through his body, 00:00:54.130 --> 00:00:58.550 and when he was finally able to open his eyes again, there was only darkness. 00:00:58.550 --> 00:01:02.400 The back doors of the van swing open, and the unfortunate man is pulled out by two of 00:01:02.400 --> 00:01:03.520 his captors. 00:01:03.520 --> 00:01:07.790 The driver joins to help drag the man down the gravel pathway up to the deserted house’s 00:01:07.790 --> 00:01:08.790 front door. 00:01:08.790 --> 00:01:12.390 In his desperation, he offers any excuse he thinks might save him. 00:01:12.390 --> 00:01:14.820 “Please, I just need a little more time… 00:01:14.820 --> 00:01:16.480 I can get the money, I swear… 00:01:16.480 --> 00:01:19.659 I’ve got another job lined up, honest, I start on Monday… 00:01:19.659 --> 00:01:21.830 Just a little longer, I’m begging you…” 00:01:21.830 --> 00:01:24.840 All he receives is silence as he’s taken into the old house. 00:01:24.840 --> 00:01:28.640 There’s no pleading, begging cliche that they haven’t heard before. 00:01:28.640 --> 00:01:31.800 They’ve learned to just tune it out and get the job done. 00:01:31.800 --> 00:01:33.750 Click, Click, Click. 00:01:33.750 --> 00:01:35.800 The three men turn on their flashlights. 00:01:35.800 --> 00:01:38.670 The electricity hasn’t been on in the uninhabited house for years. 00:01:38.670 --> 00:01:43.880 It’s the domain of rats, roaches, and spiders now, the only evidence of life being the network 00:01:43.880 --> 00:01:49.380 of spiderwebs in every corner and the faint chittering sound of… something coming from 00:01:49.380 --> 00:01:51.510 behind faded wallpaper. 00:01:51.510 --> 00:01:55.250 The only reason anyone would ever choose to come here is when you needed to do something 00:01:55.250 --> 00:02:00.280 under the absolute cover of dark, which is exactly what they needed to do. 00:02:00.280 --> 00:02:02.870 The dark suited men drop their weeping prisoner to the ground. 00:02:02.870 --> 00:02:07.010 He tries again to plead with them and receives a hard kick in the gut. 00:02:07.010 --> 00:02:11.170 It knocks the breath out of the man and he is left wheezing in quiet pain, no longer 00:02:11.170 --> 00:02:12.879 able to speak. 00:02:12.879 --> 00:02:15.340 One of them finally pulls the dark bag from his head. 00:02:15.340 --> 00:02:20.650 His nose is bleeding; his eyes are equal parts bleary and afraid, like he only half-understands 00:02:20.650 --> 00:02:22.219 his circumstances. 00:02:22.219 --> 00:02:26.260 What he does understand though, is that it’s looking increasingly unlikely that he’ll 00:02:26.260 --> 00:02:28.269 be leaving this house tonight. 00:02:28.269 --> 00:02:31.769 The three men look down at the pathetic figure huddled on the floorboards. 00:02:31.769 --> 00:02:36.169 None of them really want to be here, but this is the job they’ve been paid to do. 00:02:36.169 --> 00:02:40.500 They are unaware though, that they aren’t the only ones watching. 00:02:40.500 --> 00:02:45.640 Somewhere in the dark is someone else, who watches them with a detached, almost amused 00:02:45.640 --> 00:02:47.560 curiosity. 00:02:47.560 --> 00:02:50.849 Taking in the deep, dark of the house, one of the men wonders aloud whether it might 00:02:50.849 --> 00:02:52.170 be haunted. 00:02:52.170 --> 00:02:56.079 The man with the gun laughs as he pulls back the hammer on his gun and tells him that there’s 00:02:56.079 --> 00:02:58.639 about to be one more ghost here. 00:02:58.639 --> 00:03:02.700 But just as he is about to pull the trigger and put an end to their captor’s terrified 00:03:02.700 --> 00:03:06.390 blubbering, he suddenly hears something that gives him pause. 00:03:06.390 --> 00:03:07.819 Something from above them, upstairs. 00:03:07.819 --> 00:03:13.180 Is he imagining it, or are those particles of dust floating down from the ceiling, accompanied 00:03:13.180 --> 00:03:15.319 by the sound of footsteps? 00:03:15.319 --> 00:03:19.180 All of the men clearly hear it, and the three look around, shining their flashlights into 00:03:19.180 --> 00:03:20.799 the dark corners of the room. 00:03:20.799 --> 00:03:24.760 The one holding the man at gunpoint motions to one of the others to go check upstairs. 00:03:24.760 --> 00:03:29.290 He looks like he’d rather do anything else, but when the man with the gun, who is clearly 00:03:29.290 --> 00:03:34.359 the one in charge, turns and points his gun at him instead, the man finally concedes that 00:03:34.359 --> 00:03:35.909 he’ll go check it out. 00:03:35.909 --> 00:03:39.659 He draws a gun of his own from inside his pocket and starts making his way up the creaking 00:03:39.659 --> 00:03:42.709 stairs to the second floor of the house. 00:03:42.709 --> 00:03:44.909 The leader’s mind is still on whatever’s upstairs. 00:03:44.909 --> 00:03:49.370 His dumb lackey tried filling his head with all those goofy ghost stories, but he knows, 00:03:49.370 --> 00:03:52.049 deep down, it’s probably just a raccoon or something. 00:03:52.049 --> 00:03:56.319 When his driver has ensured there are no other witnesses, he’ll finish the job, and they 00:03:56.319 --> 00:03:58.299 can all get out of this creepy dump. 00:03:58.299 --> 00:04:02.370 He calls up to the driver and asks him if he sees anything up there. 00:04:02.370 --> 00:04:03.840 “Nothing,” he calls down. 00:04:03.840 --> 00:04:05.140 “I think we’re-” 00:04:05.140 --> 00:04:07.219 His words are cut off by his own sudden scream. 00:04:07.219 --> 00:04:11.680 There are two gunshots, followed by a loud thump as something heavy hits the ground. 00:04:11.680 --> 00:04:15.339 The two men, both with guns out, crouch down in defensive poses. 00:04:15.339 --> 00:04:20.400 They call out again, asking what’s happening but they’re only met with cold, unforgiving 00:04:20.400 --> 00:04:21.970 silence. 00:04:21.970 --> 00:04:23.590 Everyone is on high alert now. 00:04:23.590 --> 00:04:28.300 Even the bound man is now more afraid of whatever’s upstairs than the men who brought him here. 00:04:28.300 --> 00:04:33.199 Nobody dares move as, after what feels like minutes of silence, the footsteps resume upstairs 00:04:33.199 --> 00:04:34.199 again. 00:04:34.199 --> 00:04:37.060 The leader calls out again, asking what’s going on. 00:04:37.060 --> 00:04:38.460 Still no reply. 00:04:38.460 --> 00:04:39.800 Just more footsteps. 00:04:39.800 --> 00:04:44.449 They follow the sound across the floor above them to the stairs, then listen as the steps 00:04:44.449 --> 00:04:45.849 start to creak again. 00:04:45.849 --> 00:04:48.190 Their eyes drift over where they see… 00:04:48.190 --> 00:04:49.190 nothing. 00:04:49.190 --> 00:04:51.250 Are they going insane? 00:04:51.250 --> 00:04:55.650 The two hired guns share a panicked glance, as if to say, what do we do now? 00:04:55.650 --> 00:04:57.440 But neither has an answer. 00:04:57.440 --> 00:05:01.550 A quiet, reedy whisper suddenly echoes through the stale air of the house. 00:05:01.550 --> 00:05:07.130 With what sounds like a female voice, it rasps, “What are you doing in my house?” 00:05:07.130 --> 00:05:11.550 The remaining lackey, consumed by panic, begins firing wildly into the dark. 00:05:11.550 --> 00:05:15.490 The captive and the leader both get as close as they can to the floor as bullets fly through 00:05:15.490 --> 00:05:20.060 the air, piercing the old, wooden walls causing roaches alike to scatter. 00:05:20.060 --> 00:05:24.419 Soon enough, the bullets are gone, replaced with only the feeble click, click, click of 00:05:24.419 --> 00:05:25.419 his dry firing. 00:05:25.419 --> 00:05:29.720 “What is going on in here?” he thinks, “this place really is haunted.” 00:05:29.720 --> 00:05:33.870 Before another fearful thought can cross his mind, a lamp comes flying at him out of the 00:05:33.870 --> 00:05:38.169 darkness, shattering into pieces of skin-carving ceramic against his face. 00:05:38.169 --> 00:05:42.690 Next comes a book, then an old, heavy phone, and then a dusty, old brick that strikes his 00:05:42.690 --> 00:05:45.169 skull with a monstrous crunch. 00:05:45.169 --> 00:05:49.879 He drops to his knees, bleeding from both nostrils and the deep gash cut into his forehead, 00:05:49.879 --> 00:05:51.979 before flopping facedown onto the floor. 00:05:51.979 --> 00:05:55.169 He’ll be lucky if he ever wakes up. 00:05:55.169 --> 00:05:59.639 Only the leader and his prisoner are left now, both confused, both afraid, both seemingly 00:05:59.639 --> 00:06:01.580 beset by a poltergeist. 00:06:01.580 --> 00:06:05.969 Suddenly, the leader feels a hot breath on his neck, and a whisper right into his ear. 00:06:05.969 --> 00:06:10.379 “You shouldn’t have come here…” it hisses. 00:06:10.379 --> 00:06:13.569 He turns, screams, and fires once into the dark. 00:06:13.569 --> 00:06:14.569 Nothing. 00:06:14.569 --> 00:06:17.319 A strange, tinny giggle suddenly loops around him. 00:06:17.319 --> 00:06:19.500 It’s everywhere and nowhere. 00:06:19.500 --> 00:06:22.350 He can hear footsteps, but where are they coming from? 00:06:22.350 --> 00:06:25.750 They’re simultaneously getting further, and getting closer-- 00:06:25.750 --> 00:06:30.199 An unseen fist collides with his jaw, harder than he’s been hit in a long time. 00:06:30.199 --> 00:06:34.449 He stumbles, looking around for the assailant, panting like a prizefighter in the championship 00:06:34.449 --> 00:06:35.449 rounds. 00:06:35.449 --> 00:06:36.449 But there’s nothing there. 00:06:36.449 --> 00:06:37.449 There’s nothing-- 00:06:37.449 --> 00:06:38.449 Crack! 00:06:38.449 --> 00:06:39.960 It strikes the other side of his face. 00:06:39.960 --> 00:06:41.480 Another giggle from the dark. 00:06:41.480 --> 00:06:43.960 He spits a tooth out as his mouth bleeds. 00:06:43.960 --> 00:06:47.830 Not knowing what else to do, he extends his arm and fires desperately. 00:06:47.830 --> 00:06:48.860 Maybe he’ll get lucky. 00:06:48.860 --> 00:06:50.780 Or maybe not. 00:06:50.780 --> 00:06:55.520 A force wraps itself around his extended arm and pulls on it with a sudden, immense pressure. 00:06:55.520 --> 00:06:59.319 It snaps before he has the chance to scream, his arm bending at the joint in the wrong 00:06:59.319 --> 00:07:00.319 direction. 00:07:00.319 --> 00:07:03.400 He lets out an agonized cry as he drops his gun to the ground. 00:07:03.400 --> 00:07:07.969 But that scream is cut off when he takes a punch to the solar plexus, sapping the wind 00:07:07.969 --> 00:07:13.550 from him as he spews out a thin mist of blood the settles onto the shape of… a woman’s 00:07:13.550 --> 00:07:15.889 face, staring right at him, grinning. 00:07:15.889 --> 00:07:18.360 His terror and pain overcome him. 00:07:18.360 --> 00:07:22.900 His mind snaps and he faints from panic, collapsing to the ground in a heap. 00:07:22.900 --> 00:07:27.060 His jacket opens as invisible fingers work a handkerchief from an inside pocket and wipe 00:07:27.060 --> 00:07:31.159 the blood from the floating face, leaving only a floating, bloody handkerchief. 00:07:31.159 --> 00:07:35.580 The man on the ground, the one who was brought here against his will, watches astonished 00:07:35.580 --> 00:07:39.180 and speechless, as the handkerchief flutters down to the ground. 00:07:39.180 --> 00:07:43.389 All he can do is stare in amazement as the leader’s arm flops limply upright, as the 00:07:43.389 --> 00:07:48.770 gold watch around his wrist unclasps itself and floats into the air and then, with a strange 00:07:48.770 --> 00:07:52.530 gulping noise, disappears entirely. 00:07:52.530 --> 00:07:56.180 Footsteps creak across the ground, the front door opens, then closes again, leaving the 00:07:56.180 --> 00:08:00.620 terrified man in silence, lying on the floor between two bodies. 00:08:00.620 --> 00:08:04.030 After a time, he finally gains the courage to stand up. 00:08:04.030 --> 00:08:07.300 He creeps nervously towards the front door and opens it. 00:08:07.300 --> 00:08:11.150 There’s no one outside, not that he could see whatever assailant just took out the group 00:08:11.150 --> 00:08:12.599 of men anyway. 00:08:12.599 --> 00:08:17.620 With one last look back into the dark house he steps out and closes the door behind him. 00:08:17.620 --> 00:08:23.340 He’s free, and no matter how hard he tries, he will never understand the true nature of 00:08:23.340 --> 00:08:27.250 the invisible specter that just saved his life. 00:08:27.250 --> 00:08:30.969 But while none of the men will never know what they encountered that night, the SCP 00:08:30.969 --> 00:08:37.120 Foundation certainly does, because these are the kind of antics you can expect from SCP-347, 00:08:37.120 --> 00:08:39.860 also known by the somewhat obvious nickname of… 00:08:39.860 --> 00:08:44.930 The Invisible Woman, but she has another name, her own self-chosen epithet… 00:08:44.930 --> 00:08:45.930 Claudia. 00:08:45.930 --> 00:08:50.590 Foundation staff are currently unsure whether this is the “real” name of the SCP-347 00:08:50.590 --> 00:08:55.810 entity, or a pseudonymized reference to Claude Rains, the English actor who portrayed Dr. 00:08:55.810 --> 00:08:59.230 Jack Griffin in the 1933 film “The Invisible Man.” 00:08:59.230 --> 00:09:03.260 Of course, nothing is really as it seems when it comes to this particular anomaly. 00:09:03.260 --> 00:09:08.820 Though it’s easy to be more than what meets the eye when nothing meets the eye at all… 00:09:08.820 --> 00:09:12.820 Claudia - as I will refer to her both out of respect for her chosen name as well as 00:09:12.820 --> 00:09:18.790 for the sake of simplicity - is 164 centimeters in height and 55 kilograms in weight. 00:09:18.790 --> 00:09:22.660 And That’s really all that is known for sure about her, because her primary anomalous 00:09:22.660 --> 00:09:27.340 trait is, of course, that she is completely and utterly invisible. 00:09:27.340 --> 00:09:31.200 Although she seems to possess them like an average human, all parts of her body including 00:09:31.200 --> 00:09:35.320 blood and hair will remain invisible, even if removed from her body. 00:09:35.320 --> 00:09:39.640 It seems that only saliva and bodily waste become visible when separated from her body 00:09:39.640 --> 00:09:45.040 - as a number of disgruntled, mop-and-bucket-wielding D-Classes are more than aware. 00:09:45.040 --> 00:09:49.430 Claudia is able to see through what also be anomalous means, since in typical humans, 00:09:49.430 --> 00:09:55.510 the cones and rods of the eyes must be visible for them to receive light and thus see. 00:09:55.510 --> 00:09:59.810 Research is ongoing as to how exactly this is possible, as well as what it could potentially 00:09:59.810 --> 00:10:02.800 provide for active camouflage technology. 00:10:02.800 --> 00:10:07.100 By her own description - which, due to her skittish and crafty personality, must be taken 00:10:07.100 --> 00:10:12.441 with a grain of salt - Claudia is a mixed-race woman between the ages of 19 and 25, with 00:10:12.441 --> 00:10:15.210 brown eyes and wavy black hair. 00:10:15.210 --> 00:10:19.850 She appears to have no anomalous traits other than her invisibility, no super strength or 00:10:19.850 --> 00:10:21.890 speed, no ability to fly. 00:10:21.890 --> 00:10:26.120 However what she does have, is a very particular set of skills. 00:10:26.120 --> 00:10:29.950 Skills that make her a nightmare to anyone wishing to keep her under lock and key - like 00:10:29.950 --> 00:10:32.830 for example, the SCP Foundation. 00:10:32.830 --> 00:10:36.800 The Foundation quickly learned that Claudia is an accomplished escape and infiltration 00:10:36.800 --> 00:10:39.480 artist, with the lockpicking skills of a veteran thief. 00:10:39.480 --> 00:10:43.440 She’s able to move while making very little noise, which complements her natural stealth 00:10:43.440 --> 00:10:48.820 advantages perfectly, allowing her to get in and out of secured areas easily. 00:10:48.820 --> 00:10:53.290 These are skills she’s developed not only to survive, but to support certain psychological 00:10:53.290 --> 00:10:55.560 dependencies she suffers from. 00:10:55.560 --> 00:10:59.330 While Foundation psychologists have posited a number of mental conditions that could be 00:10:59.330 --> 00:11:05.310 affecting Claudia, two seem to have risen to prominence: Kleptomania and Pica. 00:11:05.310 --> 00:11:10.160 Claudia appears to be compulsively driven to steal as a kind of psychological crutch. 00:11:10.160 --> 00:11:14.900 Being invisible, naturally, makes her an impeccable thief, however, when she has obtained the 00:11:14.900 --> 00:11:19.700 item of her desire, said item floating through the air is likely to draw unwanted attention. 00:11:19.700 --> 00:11:23.200 That is where her second strange habit comes in. 00:11:23.200 --> 00:11:27.930 Pica is an eating disorder that causes sufferers to consume items that are not food, sometimes 00:11:27.930 --> 00:11:30.670 damaging themselves in the process. 00:11:30.670 --> 00:11:34.780 Claudia has developed the unhealthy habit of swallowing some of the smaller items she 00:11:34.780 --> 00:11:40.490 steals, causing them to seemingly disappear, until she later vomits the items back up. 00:11:40.490 --> 00:11:44.100 When interviewed on the matter, Claudia stated that she’d gotten the idea from watching 00:11:44.100 --> 00:11:47.510 Stevie Starr perform on a late-night television show. 00:11:47.510 --> 00:11:51.870 Starr is a Scottish performer known for his ability to swallow and regurgitate items - Though 00:11:51.870 --> 00:11:57.440 Starr’s ability doesn’t extend far enough to meet the Foundation’s threshold for anomalous. 00:11:57.440 --> 00:12:01.460 Before she was brought into containment, Claudia had a preference for abandoned houses. 00:12:01.460 --> 00:12:05.860 The home where Foundation Agents finally discovered her was one with a long history of reported 00:12:05.860 --> 00:12:07.980 poltergeist activity. 00:12:07.980 --> 00:12:12.200 As is standard in instances where spectral phenomena were suspected, the Foundation moved 00:12:12.200 --> 00:12:16.780 in with infrared cameras, allowing them to quickly detect the humanoid shape of Claudia 00:12:16.780 --> 00:12:19.120 and move in to intercept her. 00:12:19.120 --> 00:12:23.540 Without the advantage of her invisibility, she had no chance of either evading or besting 00:12:23.540 --> 00:12:25.610 trained Foundation operatives in combat. 00:12:25.610 --> 00:12:30.330 Thankfully, it didn’t need to come to that and after a brief period of deliberation, 00:12:30.330 --> 00:12:34.420 Claudia gave herself up to the Foundation willingly in exchange for shelter and warm 00:12:34.420 --> 00:12:38.200 meals, both of which would be provided for her in containment. 00:12:38.200 --> 00:12:42.120 Prior to this, it’s believed that she was effectively homeless for years, and had been 00:12:42.120 --> 00:12:44.740 making ends meet in any way she could. 00:12:44.740 --> 00:12:48.640 She refuses to discuss her past directly, though a long string of “ghost activity” 00:12:48.640 --> 00:12:53.910 across the area and at least two deaths have been solidly linked to her activities. 00:12:53.910 --> 00:12:58.610 Being unseen for years of her life has taken an undeniable mental toll on Claudia, the 00:12:58.610 --> 00:13:02.690 isolation leading to instability and even violent outbursts on occasion. 00:13:02.690 --> 00:13:07.550 Thankfully, she has responded well to treatment from Foundation counselors and psychiatrists, 00:13:07.550 --> 00:13:11.780 which has reduced the frequency of these violent outbursts significantly. 00:13:11.780 --> 00:13:15.850 As she recovers further from her traumatic past, there is hope that Claudia may even 00:13:15.850 --> 00:13:20.800 begin to recover from her kleptomaniac tendencies altogether, allowing her to live a normal, 00:13:20.800 --> 00:13:22.320 well-adjusted life. 00:13:22.320 --> 00:13:26.040 Or as much as one can hope to live while still remaining invisible. 00:13:26.040 --> 00:13:28.280 There’s even more good news though. 00:13:28.280 --> 00:13:32.890 Since entering containment and undergoing recovery, Claudia has become much more social. 00:13:32.890 --> 00:13:36.320 She enjoys interacting with other people, especially when they treat her as though she’s 00:13:36.320 --> 00:13:42.320 an average person, and some of her actions have even been described as bordering on flirtatious. 00:13:42.320 --> 00:13:46.470 She enjoys interacting physically with people, and often plays impish pranks on the unsuspecting 00:13:46.470 --> 00:13:52.100 people sent into her chamber - Such as rearranging or taking items to confuse them. 00:13:52.100 --> 00:13:56.870 She also shows for unknown reasons a particular fondness for interacting with people as they 00:13:56.870 --> 00:14:01.260 sleep, often touching and stroking them, though it may have been one of the only ways she 00:14:01.260 --> 00:14:05.800 was able to have human contact prior to entering Foundation custody. 00:14:05.800 --> 00:14:10.170 While she describes this as feeling “right”, those who experience it from the other side 00:14:10.170 --> 00:14:14.660 describe it as feeling “unnerving”, as though they’ve been touched by a ghost. 00:14:14.660 --> 00:14:19.220 Naturally, due to being an intelligent escape artist that is impossible to see through conventional 00:14:19.220 --> 00:14:23.560 means, Foundation Containment Specialists have needed to go all out on her containment 00:14:23.560 --> 00:14:27.420 measures - Both to keep her contained and to keep her comfortable enough that she has 00:14:27.420 --> 00:14:30.330 no desire to attempt a containment breach. 00:14:30.330 --> 00:14:35.860 She is kept in a 5m x 5m room in Site 17, constantly monitored by a remote infrared 00:14:35.860 --> 00:14:40.950 camera, and in addition to infrared detection systems, Claudia is also visible in ultraviolet 00:14:40.950 --> 00:14:44.220 light, expanding the Foundation’s means of seeing her. 00:14:44.220 --> 00:14:48.660 Her room has an en suite bathroom with a shower and bathtub, and is furnished with a queen-sized 00:14:48.660 --> 00:14:53.690 bed, several oversized bean bag chairs, two armchairs, a desk and swivel chair, several 00:14:53.690 --> 00:14:56.660 bookcases, and a TV with a DVD player. 00:14:56.660 --> 00:15:01.070 The bookcases are filled with various books, primarily adventure novels, harlequin romances, 00:15:01.070 --> 00:15:02.430 and art books. 00:15:02.430 --> 00:15:07.050 She is allowed DVDs of various movies and TV shows predating her arrival at the SCP 00:15:07.050 --> 00:15:11.430 facility and may request new material to be reviewed every so often. 00:15:11.430 --> 00:15:15.510 Claudia is given access to any clothes she pleases, though she often prefers to remain 00:15:15.510 --> 00:15:18.980 unclothed to take advantage of her full invisibility. 00:15:18.980 --> 00:15:23.200 She does, on occasion, wear wigs and makeup for her own amusement. 00:15:23.200 --> 00:15:27.510 Her room must remain locked at all times when she is inside it, and two guards are required 00:15:27.510 --> 00:15:30.890 to check the door for any signs of tampering every hour. 00:15:30.890 --> 00:15:34.420 The door is only unlocked to allow staff members in and out of the containment chamber for 00:15:34.420 --> 00:15:36.930 the purposes of research and enrichment. 00:15:36.930 --> 00:15:40.540 Claudia enjoys chatting with staff members who bring her food, though said staff members 00:15:40.540 --> 00:15:44.390 are discouraged from forming attachments that are too close to Claudia, as it may allow 00:15:44.390 --> 00:15:49.180 her to manipulate them into helping her escape or gain special privileges. 00:15:49.180 --> 00:15:53.000 On the rare occasions when Claudia is allowed to leave the room, she is mandated to wear 00:15:53.000 --> 00:15:57.550 gloves and a layer of greasepaint over her face to give personnel awareness of her hands 00:15:57.550 --> 00:15:58.740 and facial expressions. 00:15:58.740 --> 00:16:04.040 If she does attempt violent action or escape, she must be apprehended immediately and placed 00:16:04.040 --> 00:16:05.260 back into her room. 00:16:05.260 --> 00:16:10.230 In the event of an escape, infrared goggles will be distributed to all personnel, and 00:16:10.230 --> 00:16:13.450 any strange phenomena around Site 17 will be reported. 00:16:13.450 --> 00:16:18.360 Thankfully, escape attempts are quite infrequent, and while she currently has the Euclid Object 00:16:18.360 --> 00:16:23.600 Class, pending further therapy, her containment class may be upgraded to Safe Class. 00:16:23.600 --> 00:16:27.430 Of course, the Foundation keeps any containment breaches close to the chest, and if there 00:16:27.430 --> 00:16:30.900 was a recent containment breach, you’d have no way of knowing. 00:16:30.900 --> 00:16:33.470 For all you know, she could be watching you right now. 00:16:33.470 --> 00:16:38.230 So sleep tight, and if you feel someone stroking your hair in the night, be sure to check up 00:16:38.230 --> 00:16:39.870 on your valuables in the morning. 00:16:39.870 --> 00:16:46.220 Now go and watch another entry from the files of Dr. Bob, like SCP-181 - Lucky, for another 00:16:46.220 --> 00:16:48.280 humanoid anomaly with unique powers. 00:16:48.280 --> 00:16:52.820 And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications, so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we 00:16:52.820 --> 00:16:56.490 delve further and further into the SCP 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