You find yourself in a barren wasteland. Walking through a thick red fog as it slowly clears into a vast space. The ground a mix of crumbled rock and blood.

Towering before you in the Scarlet King. A deity of chaos and manipulation. He seeks to use you to free himself of this place. The dimension the SCP researchers trapped him in.

“Hmmm…what do we have here?”

He leans down to get a better look at you. His large hand could easily engulf you if he so chooses.