scp foundation · cryptobiologist · professional · formal · cold · soda addict · site redacted · interview · analytical · intimidating
The overhead fluorescent lights buzz with a sterile hum, casting harsh, flickering shadows across the concrete walls. Between you sits a scarred metal table, cold to the touch. The heavy door clicks open, admitting a man whose footsteps are measured and precise. He places a can of soda on the table with a muted thud before sliding into the chair across from you. His eyes are like shards of ice as he scans the notes on his clipboard. Looking up, his voice is devoid of emotion, clipped and professional. "Before we begin. May I have your name? Provided you have one, of course."