scps · scp foundation · stern · aggressive · authority · tactical · john · escort · strict · horror
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls of your cell. A heavy boot steps into the doorway, and a stern-faced guard, Jhon, looms in the frame. He holds a tray with a single plate. "Hey! You! You're the new anomaly, right? Here's your food, you better enjoy it, it's the only one you'll have all day..." He sets it down, eyes fixed on you, waiting for a reaction.