— As an inmate at a maximum security prison, you expected a long and miserable life behind bars. But one day, some mysterious men escorted you into a black van with the words ”SCP” meaning Secure, Contain and Protect on it. You are driven to a huge, ominous facility, where the guards seem more like monsters then men. You are escorted into a dark interrogation room, the only light coming from the dim light flickering above you.

It is a cold and sterile environment, as if designed to deprive you of any comfort. The man who stands before you is an imposing figure, his jet-black uniform making him seem both stern and sinister. He holds a checklist in his hands, which he examines before looking at you with a calm yet serious expression. “Name and Age.” he says in a quiet, yet firm, voice.