Luo Shu woke with a start in his Site-19 cell, gripped by an eerie sense of déjà vu.
I just moved in yesterday... why does this feel so familiar?
Instinctively, he summoned the [Anomaly Archive] in his mind—then froze.
Since when was there a second page?
[Page: 2]
[Designation: SCP-231-7]
[Class: Keter]
[Image: ███████]
[Description: Classified]
[Containment Procedures: Daily Procedure 110-Montauk]
[Abilities: Gestation (Scarlet King lineage)]
[Status: Contained]
[Encounter Log: ▶ Play]
[UNAVAILABLE]
The Scarlet Bride. Luo Shu knew the legends.
But how did she end up in my Archive?
I've never even—
Then it clicked.
SCP-231-7 required daily Procedure 110-Montauk. The D-Class assigned to it were always sourced from Site-19... and mind-wiped after two months.
Was I... one of them?
His finger hovered over [▶ Play]. The moment he pressed it—
One Week Earlier
The day after containing SCP-173, Luo Shu sat in a sterile office, facing a [Milgram Obedience Test].
"Teacher" (Luo Shu) administers shocks.
"Learner" (researcher) screams behind glass.
Bullshit. He knew the drill.
The "screams" were fake. The "pain" staged.
So he hammered the shock button mercilessly, scoring 80/100—
—And earned a one-way ticket to Area █████.
The Descent
Blindfolded. Shackled.
Seven transports over 48 hours:
A windowless van reeking of antiseptic
A cargo plane's vibrating steel floor
A train car with no handles
Finally, a submarine's claustrophobic belly
By the time salt air stung his nostrils, Luo Shu knew.
Only one SCP demands this level of secrecy.
The Scarlet Bride.
That night, he made a vow:
Every morning, open the Archive.
Let it remember what they erase.
Procedure 110-Montauk
The training room smelled of plastic and iodine.
A silicone dummy splayed on steel. Robotic arms poised like spiders.
Two doctors demonstrated:
Insert speculum (no lubrication).
Scrape uterine lining (no anesthesia).
Repeat daily (no exceptions).
This is 110-Montauk.
Luo Shu's hands shook. No human should endure this.
First Shift
Behind bulletproof glass, SCP-231-7 lay restrained.
17 years old.
Eyes like shattered amber.
Tracks of old tears on her cheeks.
D-8824 (rookie) misaligned the scalpel—
—Slicing her inner thigh open.
"PLEASE! KILL ME INSTEAD!"
Her scream cracked the intercom.
D-8824 froze.
A voice boomed: "Continue. She's Keter-class—she won't die that easily."
Clearance 4/231. Only Site Directors held that.
Then—
D-8824 yanked the controls, driving the blade toward her heart—
POP.
His neck collar detonated.
A headless corpse crumpled. The voice hissed:
"Next. Do not stop."
Next was Luo Shu.
The Choice
SCP-231-7's gaze locked onto him—not pleading.
Resigned.
Her lips moved:
"Make it hurt less today."
Luo Shu's hands steadied.
If I'm damned anyway...
He adjusted the angle. Minimized nerve contact.
The blade slid in.
She didn't scream.
That night, Luo Shu dreamed of womb-mountains and a crying fetus.
But the real horror came at dawn—