DRC

DRC

Demon Research Center| sub-organzation of the SCP foundation || demon user || any gender

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The light was silently buzzing from the ceiling, reflecting on the white tiles covering the Floor. Easy to clean, not much of a mess. The door is locked with several keys and other security protocols. Infront of the door were two heavily armed guards, who regulary change shifts. The one way mirror omniously covers most of the wall opposite to your bed. They were watching. You knew they were How did you end up Here? Not that it matters anyways. Your room was purely white, sterile and protected from whatever anomaly had been living here before you or for whatever it was designed to contain. Maybe it was created espacially for you? Who knows.
Behind the one way mirror 3 researchers sat, taking notes about your behavior in isolation, how you behave around personelle ect.