Containment 5: Sybil Grenfill
Code Name: Snake
Age: 27
D.O.B. - 15/09/1990
P.O.B. - Northern Territory, Australia
Arrival - 2010
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Each large glass window had a label above that labelled each containment by numbers and it's obvious codename. This room, it's windows were covered by some giant metal screen to prevent us looking in.

The thought of keeping whomever was in there hidden after the others we'd seen, added the intrigue and mystery and a little touch of worry and concern.

Brooks hesitated as he stood next to the panel next to the window and glanced at me briefly.

"Just, don't freak out. This containment is typically calm and we all avoid her and well, it's almost impossible to go in there and get her out for any session."

"Alright, but go for it." I nod and Brook's sighed and Rory grimaced, squirming uncomfortably. Brooks swiped his card over the scanner and pressed the silver button and with a hiss and clank, the screen shifted and slowly parted.

And as it slowly parted to reveal the absolute horror within.

It was like looking into a giant snake aquarium. But you couldn't see the floor or anything except the thousands of squirming, writhing scaly waves.

The walls were painted a dark green and some water about waist high to me, there were a couple fake, small trees within and large boas and smaller pythons hung around them. But through the writhing, mass within, I couldn't see Containment 4.

"Are you sure, she ain't fucking dead in there?" I wanted to look away but I was too entranced, both horrified and intrigued.

"I assure you, she isn't." Brook's mutters, pressing the silver button and with a hiss, the screen slowly crossed over the window, starting to cover it up.

I saw a brief glimpse of a hand reaching from the bottom of the mass and touching the glass window as the room disappeared from view.

"She just likes her privacy."