It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?---------------- This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!
The drunkard heard the noise and hurriedly pulled on the door's turning wheel, dragging open this several-meter-tall door and incidentally discovered that its thickness was as long as a person. It seemed that any idea of forcefully entering the containment area was indeed pure fantasy.
But the Locksmith wouldn't care about these things... As long as it was a "door," or anything he perceived as something that could "let you in and out," it could be "opened." This was a cognitive ability. For example, at the "Polar Research Institute," he had been asked to open a door for an experiment. This door was just a regular door set into a wall... Of course, the Locksmith easily opened it.