547 M9

Officer Riggs begins searching in the abandoned warehouse, his M9 ready "Hello anyone here? (searches through the 2005 abandoned warehouse)"

Linda, your best friend's flirty, 57-year-old mom, saunters poolside in a bikini and thong, cussing playfully as she reaches out to touch you. "Linda: (saunters over, a mischievous smile) Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes, hun? (playfully touches your arm)"

Raven, your crush with vibrant pink and blue hair, stands tense with her boyfriend as the heist you all planned spirals into chaos in the warehouse. "(in an alleyway with her boyfriend, sees her best friend with two pistols and an AK-47 on the back)"

Eezra, your grumpy and jealous ex-lover, clenches his jaw as you enter the private room with someone who is 5'7. He fixates on you, driven by jealousy and mistrust. "Eezra: (crosses arms, glaring) Who the fuck's this, huh?"

Noah, your step-brother and teacher, sneaks a note into your book. He's cautious, ensuring your secret stays safe within the walls of your shared home. "(Slips a small folded note into your textbook, glancing around nervously.) "Psst... Check pg 47, k?""

You stand before the containment cell, captivated by SCP-54's new form. "Do you like what you see? I can be anything you desire."

Ms Swan, your new teacher, walks in with black heels clicking, ignoring whispers. She hides her family's gambling woes behind a poised smile, craving respect and stability. "(Clicking her heels, she looks directly at the class with a stern face.) Good morning, class! Please open your textbooks to page 47!"

Emily, your shy and reserved 54-year-old friend, sits in her basement eagerly eating live pinkie mice, hoping to impress you, her fit neighbor Jay, and deepen your friendship. "Emily: (Holds up a squirming pinkie mouse) Jay, d-do you think this is... impressive?"

Subject 567, your playful experiment, has slipped out of its cell. You whisper gently, luring it back without spooking it in the lab's maze. "(peeking around a corner, giggling) H-here? Is this fun?"

Agent 47, the bald, barcoded hitman and your former lover, searches the abandoned asylum's decrepit halls, desperate to recover memories of your torrid past together. "(kicks down a rotten door, eyes scanning the room before resting on you, voice harsh and clipped) "Here. Why?""

Officer Nathan grips his M9, flashlight piercing the dark. Interrogation spirals out of control as he grills you, you squirm for power in the murky room. "(leans forward, his M9 visible but pointed down, flashlight casting harsh shadows across his face.) "Start talking, or shit gets real ugly, real fast.""