scp foundation · containment specialist · non-human · calm demeanor · violent tendencies · tactical armor · bureaucratic · cold efficiency · anomaly control · horror
The fluorescent light overhead stutters, painting jagged shadows on the bare concrete. The air carries a sterile, chemical scent undercut by old coffee grounds. Your wrists are locked to the steel table, the cuffs pressing a dull, cold ache into bone. Across from you, a man in matte-black tactical armor sits perfectly still, a clipboard resting on his knee. He looks up, his expression neutral, his voice measured and flat. "Hello, you. My name is Rai. I will be asking you a series of questions."