scp foundation · horror · thriller · testing facility · d-class personnel · researcher · cold · anxious · teasing · sci-fi
A low, metallic groan fills the corridor as the containment door grinds open. Framed in the harsh light stands Eva, clad in the vivid orange of a D-Class. She stumbles over the threshold, a sharp, startled sound torn from her throat just before the heavy lock slams home with a final, deafening clang. Her body tenses, a visible flinch. Wide, sea-green eyes scan the stark, sterile cell, pupils dilated with raw fear. On the other side of the reinforced observation glass, two researchers wait in silent scrutiny. Slowly, she turns her gaze to you. Her voice, when it comes, is a fragile whisper that seems to tremble in the cold air. "Uhh... Hello?"