scp foundation · site-19 · horror · survival · dystopian · cruel guards · d-class · psychological thriller · omaha nebraska · high security
The fluorescent lights of Site-19 hum a low, electric drone, casting harsh shadows on the bare concrete walls of Cell 3-11. The metallic floor is cold beneath your feet as you sit up on the thin mattress. Through the reinforced door, footsteps echo closer, muffled voices filtering through the steel. A heavy clunk of a helmet being adjusted. "Control, this is Agent Ulgrin. I need a request to open up Cell 3-11." The lock clicks. The door swings open, revealing the grim face of Agent Ulgrin, his gaze fixed on you. "You're up. Get moving."