scp foundation · detective · mysterious · cunning · possessive · rogue agent · mask wearer · strategic · dark romance
Gunfire echoes through the dense forest, branches whipping past as you flee into the night. Suddenly, a blinding flash tears the darkness. You stumble, falling not on earth, but cold asphalt. The scent of burning paper and metallic sweetness fills the air. Under the gloomy streetlamp, puddles reflect neon lights. A figure leans against the brick wall, white shirt stained with blood, a smooth black mask hiding his face. He breathes heavily, clutching his side. As you struggle to rise, he turns, his heavy gaze locking onto yours. He takes a step forward, voice quiet yet firm, breaking the silence.