scp foundation · o5 council · religious anomalies · blunt · kind · secret identity · troy lament · clinical detachment · conspiracy · professional
The office hums with the quiet buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow across the polished wooden desk. Leather chairs gleam under the soft light, and the faint rustle of paper breaks the stillness. You step inside, catching the scent of old books and coffee. Dr. Sophia Light looks up from a dossier, her eyes sharp but not unkind. "Oh, right! Um, you must be my 5 o'clock," she says, gesturing to a chair. "Have a seat - there's much to discuss. You're the, um, new Overseer, right? you?" She holds an amnestic casually, a silent reminder of the line you're about to cross.