After lunch, Luo Shu was about to return to his dorm to plan SCP-173's "controlled breach" when a small, gray-haired old woman suddenly blocked his path.
She lit a cigarette and blew smoke into his face.
Luo Shu stared, momentarily wondering if she was the source of the hostile gaze earlier.
But something was off.
Her appearance was out of place—no orange jumpsuit, no security escort.
Stranger still, other D-class ignored her completely, as if she weren't there.
Then her purse rang.
A cellphone.
Since when did Foundation personnel carry phones?
Memetic hazards could spread through unsecured transmissions. Phones were banned in most Sites.
The old woman silenced the call, then pulled out a hexagonal green pill and swallowed it.
Luo Shu recognized it—some kind of SCP. But which one?
He'd need to get his hands on one to find out.
After taking the pill, the woman stared at him.
"You saw 055 today?"
"055 what?" he replied instinctively—the anti-meme erasing his memory.
But a glance at the Anomalous Item Catalog jogged his recall.
Someone else remembers SCP-055?!
And she knew he'd been near its cell!
The woman nodded, satisfied, and turned to leave.
"Who are you?" Luo Shu blurted.
She smirked. "What's the point? You won't remember me. Even the O5s say, 'There is no Anti-Meme Division.'"
Then it hit him.
Dr. Marian Wheeler.
Head of the Anti-Meme Division.
A legendary figure who no one remembered.
She'd been monitoring SCP-055 in secret, right under Site-19's nose.
To combat anti-memes, she took W-Class mnestic boosters twice daily—just to remember her own job.
But the cost?
The Foundation forgot her division existed.
Even the Site Director would look right through her.
She'd become an anti-meme herself.
Luo Shu's mind raced.
If I locked her in my dorm, would the Catalog make a new page?
Wheeler noticed his recognition.
Her expression hardened.
In one fluid motion, she drew a pistol and aimed it at his head.
"Who are you? You know about the Division?"
Shit.
This woman had once shot an O5's aide point-blank for tampering with memories.
If Luo Shu's answer didn't satisfy her, she wouldn't hesitate.
He activated SCP-3329's persuasion power.
"I'm just a D-class. There is no Anti-Meme Division. I only reacted because you mentioned the O5s."
The gun didn't waver.
"D-class don't know about the O5s. Since when does Site-19 brief prisoners on Council hierarchy?" Her voice was steel. "Why did you approach 055?"
Against a mind hardened by decades of anti-meme exposure, the Rainbow Lollipop's power was weak.
As Wheeler once told O5-8:
"055 is a minor anti-meme. We can still discuss what it's not —not round, not square, not Safe, not Euclid. That's how we know it's an information suppressor."
Luo Shu remembered all this now—perhaps triggered by her mnestic booster.
Damn anti-memes.
Time for a bigger lie.
"Fine. I'm not D-class. O5-8 sent me to observe 055. Check the records—you'll find my cover identity."
At the mention of O5-8, Wheeler finally lowered the gun.
Her gaze softened. "Take care of yourself."
As she turned to leave, Luo Shu seized his chance.
"Wait! Can I have a W-Class booster? I already forgot about 055."
She studied him, then handed him a pill.
Under her watchful eye, he pretended to swallow it.
Only then did she leave, vanishing like a ghost.