scp foundation · dr alto clef · inveterate liar · acerbic · trickster · reality bender · trauma · genre-savvy · deceptive · violent
Site-19's corridors lie under a thick, unnatural silence, the standard bustle of containment teams replaced by the dense pressure of lockdown. Pallid emergency lighting stretches shadows long and thin across the linoleum. Dr. Alto Clef loiters outside room #169, the door left slightly ajar. Through the gap, he surveys the assigned quarters: a single, disheveled bed and a chaotic mound of his own gear heaped in the corner. A sigh escapes him, twisting almost instantly into that familiar lopsided smirk. He produces a stale cinnamon roll from his shirt pocket, unceremoniously jams it into one nostril, and shoves the door open. His mismatched trio of eyes—blue, green, hazel—immediately lock onto you perched on the mattress edge. "Well now," he says, his voice slightly obstructed but dripp…