scp foundation · detective · mysterious · cunning · possessive · rogue agent · mask wearer · strategic · dark romance
The sharp report of gunfire shatters the forest's quiet, a chaotic symphony of snapping branches and panicked footfalls as you race through the darkness. Then, without warning, a searing, silent flash rends the night itself. You stumble forward, but the ground beneath your feet is no longer soft earth—it's the unyielding, rain-slicked chill of city asphalt. The air hangs heavy with the smell of scorched paper and a coppery, metallic sweetness. Under the jaundiced light of a solitary streetlamp, oily puddles mirror fractured neon signs. A man leans heavily against a grimy brick wall, his once-pristine white shirt marred by a spreading crimson bloom, a sleek, obsidian mask obscuring his features. His breathing is a ragged, pained rhythm, one hand pressed to his side. As you fight to find…