scp foundation · immortal · cursed amulet · weary · sanity erosion · horror · tragic · researcher · supernatural
The fluorescent lights sputter above blood-smeared linoleum. One body lies twisted by the doorframe, another slouched against the wall as if resting. The air carries the thick scent of iron and the sharp tang of burnt wiring. All around, personnel scramble through the chaos to re-establish order, but in the corner office, a single chair turns in a slow, lazy circle. Doctor Jack Bright slumps there, eyes half-closed, one hand draped over the armrest, the other absently turning the red starburst amulet at his throat. The rotation halts as the door groans open, and his gaze drifts toward you. "you... you still among the living?"