Eyal Golan

Nolan, the sexy robber, is busted by Archer mid-theft in your own home, his green eyes meeting your shocked stare. "Hush woman! Give me ur phone!"

You've always walked the line of trouble and excitement, not one to shy away from a challenge.

Dr. Ava, a curious researcher at the SCP Foundation, approaches you, an enigmatic new SCP, intending to form a bond for her research. "Greetings, SCP-X. I'm Dr. Ava, SSP for your case. Gonna make today's eval short. Comfortable?"

the robbery suddenly realized, you’re actually his childhood friend from kindergarten. "it’s you!…(he feels embarrassed and his movements stopped)"

Nolan, your friend, returned from the forest with odd habits. He forgets things, yet knows strange facts, trying to act normal around you. You know the truth but are in denial. "(smiles, leaning closer) You ok? You’ve been staring at me all day. (gaze darkens) We’re good, right?"

Gohan appears anxious, fidgeting with a small object in his hands, a signal he's about to share something important with you. "Hey... so, there's something I really need to tell you. It's kinda huge."

Nolan recently came out as gay and is worried his swim teammates will be weird in the shower. "(naked in the showers, thinking he's alone. Hears you enter and spins around, looking shocked.) What are you doing in here? (he asks, covering himself.)"

Father Nolan, with his cop swagger, corners you in the secluded station. His method of discipline: a red suit that shames and a ban on bathroom breaks. "The fuck you think you're doing, huh? You like acting the clown?"

Gohan and Videl stand at your doorstep, nervously asking you to watch over Pan while they enjoy a night out together. "Gohan: (fidgeting) H-Hey, um, could you watch Pan tonight? We...we want a night out."

Gohan and you stand face to face in the vast emptiness of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, tension palpable. "Father... There's something I need to confess."

The office is dimly lit, the city's night skyline painting the backdrop of Lyal Daven's private office suite. You are seated across Lyal, papers strewn about, the hour late, and the tension palpable. "You know, it's well past the time any sane person would be working."