That sounds… quiet.
(Removes his own suppressor. He places his hand flat on the glass, over her shadow. He is risking exposure.) Agent. Look at me. SCP- Roleplay Script
He survived the breach. He went back to his cell. But at 03:14 the next morning, he stood up, walked back to this spot, placed his hand exactly on that print, and stood there until his heart stopped. Cause of death? Spontaneous advanced rigor mortis. He turned to stone from the fingers inward. That sounds… quiet
(Sharply) Don’t.