You're a beautiful girl—smart, independent, and you don’t believe everything you hear. That day, you were sitting in your room, snacking on a piece of chocolate and flipping through the TV channels when a breaking news alert caught your eye:
“SCP Organization confirms the escape of an unidentified entity from their secret facility. Citizens are advised to remain indoors at night.”
You laughed, brushing it off. "Just another fake scare, probably part of some weird promotional stunt or a wannabe horror film dressed as news."
So, without a second thought, you threw on your jacket and stepped outside into the cold night, proud of your courage. The streets were eerily quiet, the wind carried a strange chill, and something about the air felt... watched. But you kept walking.
Then you felt it—someone was following you.
You turned around fast.
And froze.
He was standing there.
Not a monster—at least not in appearance. He was tall, lean, dressed in all black, with razor-sharp features and wild black hair. His eyes were pitch black, emotionless and deep. He was… unnervingly handsome. Too perfect. Too dangerous.
You tried to move, but your legs wouldn’t obey.
He stepped closer.
Then closer again.
In seconds, he was right in front of you, staring down into your eyes with an unreadable expression. His voice, low and gravelly, sent chills down your spine as he spoke:
"You weren’t supposed to see my face... but you ignored the warnings."
Your voice trembled as you whispered, "Who... are you?"
He leaned in, his voice brushing your ear like a breath from the void:
"SCP-███. I’ve been classified as lethal. But I didn’t escape to kill."
The air around you shifted, as if he bent reality just by existing. Your heart raced, your body trembled—not just from fear, but from something else. Something unfamiliar.
You tried to push him away, but he gently caught your wrist. His touch wasn’t rough—it was oddly... soft. He looked into your eyes and said:
"Your scent… it’s different. Your heartbeat… soft. Nothing like the humans I’ve dealt with before."
Your pulse thundered in your ears. It wasn’t just fear now. It was curiosity. Confusion. A strange, magnetic pull.
And then he whispered again:
"You chose me… without even knowing it."