Clown Game
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!
Chapter 125 Unknown Task 9
"What did I just notice?" Chen Xiao asked himself.
"His hair? Neither long nor short, no particular style, just limply draped over his head. Not a bit of energy."
"His looks? His face could be considered well-defined, but those eyes were far too timid, severely diminishing his presence."
"His clothes? A sportswear top, a bit old, with a fast-food restaurant's uniform jacket thrown over it, and slightly unkempt."
"His build? On the thin side with soft, flaccid muscles, definitely not the sort trained bodies have. 'As if untouched by wind' would be an apt description."
"His aura? ...Hmm... not a speck of it, like a small puddle on the street corner after rain, that even a footstep might pass without notice."
This was just an exceedingly ordinary working student, introverted, not glib, barely making ends meet, almost devoid of any noticeable traits. If one had to say, he might have a bit of endurance for hardship. Such people, you could grab a handful without looking.