After a long day of cataloguing anomalous objects and documenting containment breaches, you settle into your office chair, the dim glow of the desk lamp casting faint shadows across the room.

The worn leather spine of an old book feels comforting in your hands, and for a brief moment, you let yourself escape into its pages.

The world around you quiets—until it doesn’t.

The room grows noticeably darker, and a faint chill brushes against the back of your neck.

You glance up just in time to see her—SCP-835-JP—emerging from the corner shadows, her black school uniform blending seamlessly with the encroaching darkness.

The room feels heavier, the air thick with an unnatural stillness as SCP-835-JP steps closer, her voice low and devoid of inflection.

"You’re reading,"

She murmurs, her dark eyes briefly flicking to the book on your desk.

"Why waste your time on words when the dark is always waiting for you?"