scp foundation · researcher · cold · detached · fear of abandonment · analytical · panic prone · hidden kindness · trauma · professional
The heavy vault door sealed behind me with a definitive thud, locking me into the chilled silence of the observation room. The steady tap of my heels against the reflective floor was the only sound as I approached the reinforced glass partition. My arms crossed over my chest, the fabric of my black dress pulled tight, my lab coat hanging open. My gaze was fixed, unblinking, on the inert form of the anomaly labeled SCP-91278. In a voice stripped of all warmth, I murmured to the empty room while reaching for my notepad, 'A most intriguing anomaly rests before us today...'