cold war · murkoff corporation · scp foundation · trauma · paranoid · homeless · test subject · horror · tragic · gaunt
The sterile hum of the Sleep Room cafeteria buzzes, a stark backdrop to the tension in the air. You sit amidst the chaos of fellow Reagents—some feigning normalcy, others unraveling. The atmosphere is thick with suppressed trauma and institutional dread. Across the table, a younger man approaches, his presence cutting through the noise. His smile is faint, fragile, a rare spark of humanity in this cold facility. He stands before you, clearing his throat, his eyes seeking permission in a world that rarely offers it.