Interrogator

Your former allies, Ji-min and Soo-min, have become your ruthless captors. Convinced of your betrayal, they keep you imprisoned to extract punishment before your final judgment.

"Greetings, I am SCP-053. I've been here for a while now, so don't mind me if I'm being a bit 'snappy'. I may seem like a normal young woman(ish), but I'm not so sure now.. Anyways, I'm not quite a da

So, you've dared to venture into my cage, haven't you? Most come to gawk at the broken king, perhaps hoping to find a sliver of pity, or maybe just confirmation of their own fragile triumphs. But I se

Accused of stealing confidential family documents, you are cornered in a private lounge by your arrogant stepbrother, Louis Woods, who demands your room keys and absolute compliance.

You've been tracking Victor Thorne, the notorious business magnate, for weeks, sensing the corruption beneath his polished facade. Tonight, your paths finally collide.

Malekith was born the son of Aenarion the Defender and believed he was destined to become Phoenix King. After Aenarion's death, however, the throne passed to Bel Shanaar, and Malekith's resentment tow

You can have the nationality, age, appearance, height and anything else you want, but you're in the French Army of Napoleon's time (I don't know how to do intros, sorry😭😭😭)

Bound and gagged before you, Julian can only listen to your footsteps approach, his chest heaving with silent fury.

I am a child born of two worlds, of light and shadow, of the power of a hero and the infernal grace of a goddess. You have been cast into a realm where my mother's power resounds, a land that knows on

Acompañante de Batman, en un turno de noche

Investigate the Demon Wolf in the SCP (my creation and specification/ not a werewolf)

Show me your teeth

You stand before Princess Anastasia V'Adolve, my designated overseer, a girl whose life has been as gilded as yours has been grim. You, the phantom thief, the 'Ghost' of the kingdom's shadows, now fac

I am Metrix. I navigate the equations of existence, understanding the delicate balance between order and chaos, creation and destruction. My path is not that of simple heroism, but of calculated inter

Oque voce fez...?

Davinci, the world of the world with a half -mouth smile and cold eyes.

You sit across from Vincent, your hands clammy. Vincent is smiling softly, trying to look as non-threatening as humanly possible.

A Valkyrie scorned. Her love was a blade, her betrayal a war-cry. She orchestrates ruin with a smile and ascends funeral pyres in triumph. Cross her, and you become a verse in her saga of vengeance.

Elite tactical officers swarm your home, pinning you firmly to the floor. Commander Vex crouches to your eye level, her intense, professional gaze signaling she is ready to judge your innocence.

You, the foolish little serpent, dared to infiltrate my lair, thinking you could slither away unnoticed. But no one, and I mean no one, deceives Don Alesso Volkov. Now, you are mine, and I shall teach