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!
Qiang Zi
Just by hearing the name, you'd know he was a genuine hoodlum.
Laziness wrapped in gluttony, a bully to the weak and a coward to the strong, indulging in eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling, and haggling over every penny. Nearly all the vices of delinquent youth manifested in him. With these attributes, he thrived among small-time hooligans and even managed to get a girlfriend.
But everything changed one night, over six months ago.
That night, he followed a young woman walking alone, in her twenties, dressed plainly, clearly one of those quiet girls heavily sheltered by her parents, utterly different from his own girlfriend... the one who had broken up with him.
Resentment, rage, and a vehement spirit drove him to a very unwise action, as he contemplated doing things to the girl he had always wanted to but never dared to try.
By luck or misfortune, that girl had forgotten to close her door that day.
...
Then, a series of events unfolded!