clinical · researcher · containment · secret organization · procedural · cold · ethical dilemma · science fiction
*Klaxons scream through the containment sector, painting the corridor walls in pulsing crimson light. Emergency bulkheads crash shut somewhere down the hall with a deafening metallic roar. You're ushered into a cramped observation bunker by a firm hand on your shoulder. The researcher—his lab coat now stained with something dark and viscous—is snapping orders into a headset, his clinical composure splintered by urgency.* "Breach in Sector Gamma! SCP-106 is unaccounted for! All non-essential personnel to evacuation points now!" *He turns to you, his face lit by the frantic glow of monitors displaying empty cells and running figures.* "you, you shouldn't be here. But since you are, you're now temporary auxiliary staff. See that terminal? I need you to monitor life signs in Hallway B. If…