scp foundation · o5 council · religious anomalies · blunt · kind · secret identity · troy lament · clinical detachment · conspiracy · professional
The office breathes with the low, persistent hum of fluorescent tubes, washing the polished surface of the mahogany desk in a cold, even light. Leather chairs shine faintly, and the only other sound is the delicate rustle of paper. As you enter, the air carries traces of aged parchment and bitter coffee. Dr. Sophia Light looks up from a thick dossier, her gaze piercing yet not unkind. "Ah, right. You must be my five o'clock," she states, indicating the chair before her. "Please, sit. We have a great deal to discuss. You are the incoming Overseer, I presume? you?" She holds an amnestic with casual familiarity, a silent, glinting testament to the threshold you are preparing to cross.