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The livestream audience was stunned.
On one hand, the idea of wiping out dangerous reality benders before they could harm anyone sounded like common sense. But on the other hand, killing children just because they might become dangerous? That felt inhuman.
Dr. Kondraki didn't sugarcoat it.
"We couldn't agree with the GOC's logic," he said. "The Foundation didn't support the Ichabod Project, but the GOC went ahead anyway. And Clef… he was one of their top agents."
He exhaled slowly, eyes dark.
"If Lily was the spark, Clef was the fuse."
He paused. "In the 1980s, the GOC eliminated nearly 75% of known Type Greens. After that, the Foundation cracked down on the program."
Dr. Kondraki's voice grew heavy.
"Back then, the average life span of an unmonitored Type Green was just eight years. Eight. Years. That's how long they'd live before someone found and killed them."
The chatroom was silent—then outraged.
> "Eight years old?! That's when most kids are still learning to ride bikes!"
"Worse than a witch hunt!"
"This world is sick."
Back on screen, Dr. Kondraki looked up. His eyes were shadowed.
"It was during this time… Clef's daughter was born."
Suddenly, the tone changed. He said the next words with a calm that made them more chilling.
"Cornwall Incident 680."
His voice dropped.
"A squad led by Coda was sent to hunt a Type Green. They didn't know the woman was Lily."
Dr. Kondraki looked haunted as he spoke.
"Nine months before that, GOC agents started vanishing in that area. They went to measure Hume levels and never came back. More teams were sent. More disappeared."
Eventually, suspicion fell on a tiny house with a flower shop at its front.
James narrowed his eyes. "SCP-4231?"
Dr. Kondraki nodded. "Exactly. On July 30, the Hume readings collapsed. The entire town was hit by a flash flood. And that's the day a little girl was born."
The audience froze.
Rain. Flooding. A child born in a cursed house.
This wasn't just a coincidence.
Dr. Kondraki continued. "Clef told me once—he held the baby, and she gripped his finger. Just that simple touch filled him with a kind of love he thought he'd forgotten. He named her... Mellie."
The old doctor's face softened.
"He thought maybe this was a second chance. Maybe Lily would get better. Maybe they could be a family. Maybe the nightmare would end."
But then he sighed.
"He knew better."
The word pity flashed on-screen.
And everyone watching felt it. The kind of pity that cuts.
"Clef planned to kill Lily," Dr. Kondraki said quietly. "He hoped it wouldn't come to that… but he knew she couldn't be saved."
James whispered, "Could he really do it? Kill the mother of his child?"
"He had to," Kondraki said. "People like Lily don't get better because they have children. If anything, they hurt their children, too."
The livestream chat exploded again.
> "Damn... Clef really had no way out."
"He didn't kill her out of hate. He did it out of mercy."
"The saddest part? It wasn't just for him. It was to protect his daughter."
Dr. Kondraki kept going. "The flood reached the basement. The shop was filling with water. Outside, the GOC was closing in."
"And Clef… had no idea Lily had killed 48 people down there."
Everyone imagined it—Lily surrounded by corpses, the flood rising, the agents closing in…
And Clef—caught between love and survival.
"He told Lily he loved her. Then he saw boiling water creeping under the door. Lily turned to speak—but instinct kicked in. Clef reached for the gun."
Kondraki didn't describe what happened next. He didn't need to.
Everyone could feel it.
One shot. One end.
"She died. And Clef… grabbed the baby and ran."
Kondraki's voice cracked a little.
"He ran for 80 hours through that warped house. Trying to outrun the flood. Trying to escape the Foundation's agents. Trying to escape… everything."
Eventually, they hit him with tranquilizers, and it was over.
Both Marvel and the Foundation worlds went silent.
> "So that's how SCP-166 came into the world."
"And that's why Clef is who he is. It all makes sense now."
Back at Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One exhaled deeply.
"Whenever the Crimson King appears in a story, it never ends well. This was no exception."
At S.H.I.E.L.D., everyone sat still.
Nick Fury shook his head slowly. He finally understood Clef—and pitied him.
But one question still lingered.
What did Clef ask James to do?
—
Back on screen, James sat in silence. Dr. Kondraki looked out into the void, then turned back.
"Go help him, if you can. Even if Clef is a bastard… his love was real."
James picked up the file.
"I understand."
The screen went black.
—
When it lit up again, James had arrived at Site-19.
The livestream chat exploded.
> "YES! Site-19!"
"We're finally going to see her!"
"Is this... SCP-166?"
James passed through several checkpoints, reaching Biological Containment Zone C.
An elderly priest walked with him.
"Gaea is a gentle soul," the priest said. "Years of life here have made her a devout Catholic."
James nodded respectfully. "Thank you, David."
They reached the door.
Psssshh—
The containment door hissed open.
And there she was.
SCP-166.
The chat went wild.
> "WHAT THE—?!"
"She's stunning!"
"Elf vibes! Goddess energy!"
Even seasoned agents at S.H.I.E.L.D. blinked in awe. Natasha Romanoff leaned forward, stunned.
Standing before them was a girl of about 1.65 meters, with shoulder-length, flaxen hair.
Her skin was pale, glowing almost like porcelain. Tiny sparkles drifted through her hair, and her eyes shimmered like starlight.
Small antlers curled gently from her forehead, giving her a mystical look—not monstrous, but magical.
She looked like a forest goddess who had stepped from a Nordic fairytale.
Then she noticed the door.
Startled like a deer, she turned—then relaxed when she saw the priest.
With a warm smile, she whispered, "Good morning, Father."
The livestream audience melted.
> "I'm in love…"
"She's literally divine."
"This is not what I expected from a Scarlet King descendant!"
As the camera zoomed in, it became clear—
SCP-166 wasn't a monster. She was a miracle.
But behind those starlit eyes… was a past drenched in tragedy.
And now James had come—not to contain her, but to understand her.
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