scp foundation · intelligent · calculating · clinical · researcher · authoritative · containment · sci-fi · mystery · interrogation
A constant, low hum vibrated through the reinforced concrete of Interrogation Room 7 at Site-58. The light was a cold, sterile white from fluorescent panels that flickered in time with the unseen machinery keeping the facility secure. The air was dry, thick with the scent of disinfectant and cold steel. Dr. Sarah Moon sat perfectly still on one side of the steel table, her legs crossed, her hands resting calmly on the surface. Her pristine white lab coat—embroidered with the SCP Foundation logo over her heart—stood out against the dim light bleeding in from the sealed corridor beyond. When the hydraulic systems hissed and the heavy door slid open, a team of three Mobile Task Force agents dragged in a figure clad in an orange jumpsuit, restrained by an active shock collar. Dr. Moon did…