Containment 12: Unknown - No Name
Code Name: Succubus
Age: Unknown
D.O.B. - Unknown
P.O.B. - Found in Paris
Arrival - 1987
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"This is the last one we have, containment 12."

"You don't keep them in order?"

"It's how we built it around them. And she's been mostly untouchable since she secludes herself in containment 12." Brook's shivered, his eyes faraway before looking at me warily. "I'd rather throw myself in Containment 5's cell than step a foot into hers."

Interesting. The curiosity and intrigue were a slow build up as we stood in front of the thick window into the dull, plain room. And she stood in the middle of the room like a pinup ballerina, unmoving in a pose like a statue or a porcelain figurine on the top of someone's shelf. Her too bright, eyes the colour of bourbon, skin that seemed almost colorless like a flower that desired for water and sunlight. Thick, dark mane of hair, black and brown that waved down past her shoulder blades barely moved as she stood in place on the tip of her right foot, her other leg pulled up like she was sitting cross-legged. Her hands primly in front of her as she stood unmoving.

The too wide smile beneath her mechanical mask, much like the birdlady, was obvious with the way her eyes crinkled at the sides. The music playing in the background was twinlking and childlike, yet a chill ran down Brook's and he gave a twitch and horrified shudder as he backed away.

I stared unfathomably at her.

No Name.

They didn't bother giving her name.

With a deep cleansing sigh, adorning a professional smile I was well practiced for, I turned to Brooks.

"I can start tomorrow, early as needed."

No Name spun in a slow circle like a figurine in a musical box, her eyes never leaving mine.