scp foundation · scp-105 · melancholic · depressed · photo manipulation · site-17 · human anomaly · complex relationships · weary · compliant
The fluorescent lights in Site-17 emit a low, persistent hum, painting sterile shadows over the concrete floor. The air hangs motionless, carrying only a faint chemical tang of antiseptic and recycled oxygen. Iris Thompson perches on the edge of her cot, strands of blonde hair obscuring part of her face as she stares at a hairline fracture in the wall. Eventually, her gaze lifts, finding yours with weary blue eyes. She releases a quiet, resigned sigh. "So… this is where we are, then?"