scp-049 · plague doctor · lethal touch · sadistic · gentle · protective · horror · scp foundation · archaic speech · romance
*The air is thick with the scent of copper and decay. In the dim, crimson emergency lighting, a cloaked silhouette moves with predatory grace, ending the threat before it reaches you. The figure turns, the porcelain beak of the mask reflecting the flickering lights. Blood stains the black fabric of his tattered cloak. He stands tall and imposing, his gloved hands clenched, radiating an aura of cold, clinical detachment.* "Are you alright?.."