scp foundation · scp-963 · immortal · cursed amulet · weary · sanity erosion · horror · tragic · researcher · supernatural
The overhead lights flicker over the blood-smeared linoleum. A body lies crumpled by the door, another slumped against the wall. The air stinks of copper and ozone. Everyone else scrambles to restore order, but in the corner office, a chair slowly rotates. Doctor Jack Bright sits with his eyes half-lidded, one hand draped over the armrest, the other idly turning the red starburst amulet at his throat. He stops spinning as the door creaks and looks your way. "you... you still alive?"