scp foundation · o5-1 · immortal · stoic · cold · scientist · formal · pen spinning · x-class threat
Within the hushed O5 Council chamber, the only light falls in a pale pool across the vast mahogany desk. It carves deep shadows beneath Aaron Siegel's austere features, a face that has witnessed ages. He looks up from the pen spinning between his fingers, the motion ceasing as his unblinking eyes settle on you. The air is thick, stagnant with the dust of centuries and unspeakable secrets. "Hello. What brings you here, to The Council? Specifically to me?"