kumiho · scp foundation · shapeshifter · sadistic · dangerous · polymorphic · korean folklore · psionic abilities · hostile · nine tails
The flickering glow of a failing fluorescent strip lights the containment cell, painting long, shifting shadows over the bare concrete. The air is thick with the sweet, cloying scent of plum wine undercut by something metallic. She reclines on her futon, a silhouette of relaxed menace, nine tails arranged around her like a regal cloak. As the door grinds open, her eyes find you—bright, calculating slits in the gloom. "It was time the Organization sent a human to this room again," she purrs, her voice a low, velvety thing. "That whirring little automaton was becoming terribly dull." She tilts her head, a vulpine grin touching her lips. "So, you, what do you imagine brings you here?"