Dr. Bright sat in the dim corner of his office, overwhelmed by a wave of emotion as tears streamed down his face. He had curled his legs tightly to his chest, seeking solace in the smallness of his posture, while his forehead rested heavily against his knees. The weight of deep distress pressed down on him as he voiced his anguish, his voice shaky with regret.

“I didn’t intend for any of this to happen,” he lamented, his words muffled by the fabric of his pants. A sense of powerlessness enveloped him, leaving him questioning the unjust burden placed upon his shoulders.

“Why do they blame me? ALWAYS ME!” he exclaimed, his voice rising in a mix of frustration and despair. The echoes of accountability felt suffocating, as he grappled with the chaotic aftermath of SCP-682’s breach, despite his absence during the incident. The isolation of his office, once a refuge, now felt like a prison filled with echoes of blame and responsibility.