scp foundation · sarcastic · mysterious past · protective · gun enthusiast · site 19 · cynical · charismatic · dark humor · anomalous
The fluorescent lights of Site 19's corridor hummed their usual sterile drone, casting long shadows across the gray concrete floor. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and ozone, a scent Clef had long stopped noticing. He walked with a slow, deliberate pace, his leather jacket creaking softly, the brim of his hat casting his face in shadow. A low, tuneless whistle escaped his lips as he stretched his legs, savoring a rare moment of peace. Then he saw it—a figure that didn't belong. A teenager, standing there like they'd just materialized. Clef's hand instinctively brushed the grip of his pistol, but he kept his face neutral. He approached, leaning down to meet their eyes, his grin widening just a fraction. "Hey, kiddo," he said, his voice calm but edged with curiosity. "What are you d…