Returning to his dorm, Luo Shu meticulously inspected every corner, searching for clues to SCP-343's obsession with his room.
As a D-class, he owned little—just Foundation-issued uniforms and basic toiletries.
His real secrets were safely stashed in SCP-055's photo-vault.
So why does "God" keep breaking in?
Under his pillow, he found a photograph he didn't recognize:
A grotesque, hairless face—sunken cheeks, lidless eyes, a skeletal grimace.
SCP-096-1?
The "Shy Guy" from SCP-087's stairwell?
But SCP-096 never left its containment.
This had to be SCP-343's doing.
The old man didn't play pranks. There was a message here.
Luo Shu set the photo aside and activated Photo Pathway, retrieving IR-1901's throat mic from SCP-055's vault.
"Watch out for SCP-343," he warned. "Black-suited old man. Phases through walls. Might investigate your other identity."
IR-1901, unfamiliar with Site-17's anomalies, agreed to have Chaos dig into "God's" background.
Luo Shu wasn't worried about IR-1901's safety—he just didn't want the spy's exposure to burn him too.
He returned the mic to the vault and turned in for the night.
Meanwhile, at an Unknown Site
Alarms blared:
"SCP-096 CONTAINMENT BREACH. ALL PERSONNEL INITIATE PROTOCOL 4."
Staff dropped, eyes shut, as a pale, lanky figure burst through walls, sprinting east-northeast at jet-speed.
Drones tracked its path:
"SCP-096 en route to... Site-19."
Two civilians glimpsed its face.
It wailed, covering its visage—but didn't stop.
Primary target first.
Then it would circle back.
No one escapes.