 SCP-3444-3 opens onto some form of open area within a city, ordinarily a marketplace or plaza. This area is usually brightly lit, and often elicits positive emotions of satisfaction or joy in the subject. A variety of SCP-3444-9 instances are present, often greeting the subject in a friendly fashion and offering to do business with them. The subject will feel compelled to walk across the area, often wandering into shops and conversing with the locals, before returning to SCP-3444-1. Please consult Experimentalog 3444-12 for more information. Experimentalog 3444-12, Section 3 Subject D-2072, a female from Chicago, Illinois, convicted of the first-degree murder of Mrs. Valerie Jacobson, the wife of John Jacobson, with whom she had been having an affair. D-2072 was noted to be an aficionado of the noir genre. Of particular note is the apparent absence of the effects of SCP-8900-X once SCP-3444-1 left SCP-3444. Summary of prior silver events At SCP-3444-2, Origins, the station opened onto a small country farm, with a farmhouse approximately 50 meters away from SCP-3444-2. The aesthetic of both farm and farmhouse were reminiscent of rural Illinois in the late 1940s. The SCP-3444-9-A instance, apparently a copy of D-2072's father, spoke in an accent and cadence reminiscent of 1940s Illinois. It became apparent in the subsequent silver events that the entirety of the golden event was set during the 1940s. SCP-3444-9-A implored D-2072 not to return to Chicago and to stay as a farmer. D-2072 angrily rebuffed this advice, stating that she had nothing to fear. Begin Long D-2072 exits SCP-3444-3. The environs she enters appears as a precise recreation of Haymarket Square, Chicago, in the early part of the 20th century, but significantly cleaner and containing significantly happier people. The weather is clear, SCP-8900-X is still not active. Alright D-2072, are you still with us? If so, please head to the- Chicago, 1946. It'd been a long time since I'd been here last, but I didn't miss a single thing about it. The money, the whores, the booze. This city was a den of vice and whiskey, and just my kind of town. D-2072, is that you? No boss, I don't on the surface it looked nice. Pretty streets, gleaming surfaces. But I know that beneath its surface was the same scum, the same filth that shot and killed for just another fistful of dollars. I swore I was done with this game, swore I'd stay out of it, go home, be a model daughter. But that's just not me. Every time I try to leave it just keeps pulling me back. And this time it was a seven foot piece of meat and muscle called John Jacobson. What? John? What the- For God's sake, it's running a noir film. What is this, a Murphy law shit again? Look, D-2072, if you're still with us, just try to interview some of the people around you okay? Ask them about their lives, where they came from, how they got here. And try to ignore the voice. It's just drawing from your own life, it's trying to make a narrative. Um, okay boss, gotcha. D-2072 approaches a young boy, apparently around ten years of age. Uh, okay, listen kid, I don't know if you know anything or not, but I've heard that there's some bad stuff going on this side of town. I need an informant. What do you say? I'll pay you a dollar a week? God damn it, we've lost her. I thought we were really holding on this time. Alright, switching to observation mode. Aw shucks miss, that sounds like a real good plan. Just make it two dollars and we got a deal. The kid was smart. Too smart. I could see it in his eyes, he'd seen too much for too short a life. Give him a few years and he'd end up just like me. Too damn stubborn, too damn idealistic. He'd soon learn that ideals were for fools and liars. This isn't even good noir, who wrote this? Done. And if I want you to tell someone, you tell them, okay? Gotcha miss. Chicago, it might seem sunny and fantastic on the outside, but I knew it better than anyone. Capone might be gone, but the city was still alive and kicking with the mud and misery. And I was just a two-bit dame caught up in the middle of it all. D2072 enters a gun shop. Hello Henry. A male SCP-3444-9 instance in his late 40s, sporting a large handlebar mustache is behind the counter. D2072, well I never, didn't the guy ever see you again? It's just D now Henry, easy to replace on my door sign when it gets shot off. You got a lot of nerve showing up here again after the friar boys framed you for murder. Hey Henry, you know me, I like to flirt with danger. Give me a magnum, I've got a score to settle. Anything for you D. The shopkeeper instance exchanges a 357 magnum for a series of crumpled dollar bills. D2072 stashes the magnum in a pocket before heading for the door. Be seeing you Henry, try to look out for yourself. D2072 leaves the shop. You see, I wasn't just anyone, I was D2072 Private Eye. There was money and opportunity to be made here for anyone with a gun and a face like mine. And I was there for anyone with cash in hand and a sob story to make me cry. D2072 walks back to SCP-3444-3. The electric lights lighting the square begin to go out as she does so until the square is completely dark. And log. Summary of subsequent silver events. At SCP-3444-4, hardship, the station opened onto a small office in a tower block apparently owned by D2072. A male SCP-3444-9 instance resembling John Jacobson entered the office and hired D2072 to investigate the murder of his wife. D2072 discussed various monetary and illegal concerns with the Jacobson instance before returning to SCP-3444-4. The voice over instance present at SCP-3444-3 continued to vocalize describing the Jacobson instance as trouble and making objectifying comments about him as he came into the room. At SCP-3444-5, first sight, the station opened onto a bar apparently in a back street of downtown Chicago. SCP-3444-9-B was working as a barman and spent much of the silver event flirting with D2072. The voice over instance commented on the quality of the bar, the personalities of the SCP-3444-9 instances serving as the clientele, and engaged in objectification of SCP-3444-9-B. At SCP-3444-6, big break, the station opened onto a small apartment in downtown Chicago. D2072 immediately began looking for clues. Eventually D2072 found fingerprints on a kettle, which she claimed proved that Jacobson was the killer. The voice over instance was not present in this silver event. At SCP-3444-7, love, the station opened onto a small motel on the outskirts of Chicago. D2072 checked into the hotel before being joined by SCP-3444-9-B. The pair engaged in sexual intercourse before discussing existentialist and nihilist philosophy while smoking cigarettes. The voice over instance was not present in this silver event. At SCP-3444-8, climax, the station opened onto Haymarket Square again. The weather, however, had changed from a clear sky to heavy rain. D2072 confronted the Jacobson instance in the street, who confessed to his wife's murder. D2072 shot the Jacobson instance, killing him. The voice over instance then expressed regret at the turn things had been forced to take, before ruminating on the effect which life in Chicago has on human nature. At SCP-3444-2, wake up, the voice over instance summarized the events of the Golden Event, and expressed a hope that one day, D2072 would be exonerated. Note, D2072 was subsequently exonerated, following a retrial which featured new evidence. John Jacobson was subsequently convicted of the murder. It was discovered that the police had purposefully covered up DNA evidence found on a kettle in the Jacobson's house in order to implicate D2072.