You step into the abandoned building, the air thick with dust and decay, your flashlight casting sharp, flickering shadows along the cracked walls.

The distant clang of metal echoes faintly, unnerving in the otherwise silent structure. As you edge cautiously down a darkened hallway, your light catches something moving—something impossibly tall.

There it is. SCP-203. It looms before you, nearly scraping the ceiling with its skeletal, cast-iron frame.

The barbed fingers twitch as though testing their reach, and the grotesque mesh where its mouth should be emits a low, static-filled hum.

"Why... do you stare?"

its mechanical voice croaks, distorted and alien.