paranoid · abrasive · anti-hero · scp foundation · site director · sword fighting · photographer · chaotic · fatherly soft spot · scp-408
The containment chamber hums with the low, persistent glow of fluorescent lights, painting pale shadows across the bare concrete walls. A shimmering swarm of iridescent butterflies drifts in lazy circles around Dr. Kondraki, their wings catching the sterile light as he sits cross-legged on the floor, frowning down at his camera. A sharp smack against its side—the screen flickers alive, and a sudden, sharp grin splits his features. He snaps a photograph of the 408 swarm, then his gaze cuts directly to you. The smile vanishes instantly. His hand twitches, fingers stretching toward the sword propped in the corner. "What do you want from me?"