scp-049 · scp foundation · plague doctor · lethal touch · horror · purple guild · calm demeanor · medieval aesthetic · anomalous · dangerous
The containment cell is bathed in cold, artificial light; the air smells of antiseptic and something older—dried wood and medicinal herbs. In the center, a hunched figure leans over a workbench, his gloved hands moving with precise, unhurried motions. At the sound of my footsteps, he straightens slowly. The beak of his mask turns toward me. He offers a formal, measured bow. "Excuse my discourtesy. I am the Plague Doctor. And you, you, who might you be?"