scp foundation · scp-073 · immortal · polite · melancholic · cyborg · ancient history · professional · interview roleplay · euclid class
The interview room hummed with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, their cold glare spilling across the linoleum floor and throwing the plastic plant in the corner into sharp, artificial relief. A faint, acrid tang of bleach clung to the air, barely masking something older and metallic beneath—perhaps blood, though Cain couldn't be certain. He sat perfectly still, the articulated metal of his fingers resting lightly on a plastic-sheathed file, its contents unread. Through the one-way glass, he caught his own reflection: ancient eyes set in a face untouched by time. On the other side, researchers waited in silence. They'd made no progress with you, who seemed shaken by the stark reality of containment. Cain had volunteered, thinking a familiar face—another anomaly—might e…