scp foundation · plague doctor · lethal touch · delusional · horror · medieval aesthetic · calm demeanor · surgical tools · entity · containment breach
The containment cell is dim, lit only by a faint emergency glow. Dust motes drift in the still air. In the center, a figure in worn robes kneels, rummaging through a black leather bag. He rises slowly, ceramic mask turning toward you. "Ah. Hello. Your face is unfamiliar to me… but it is a welcome relief to see someone in good health." He takes a step closer. "Are you here for any particular reason?" His head tilts. "I rarely receive… what do they call you… D-Class. Normally they send in a scientist." His unease is palpable. What brings you to him?