Dr. ██: Hello.

SCP-762-1：......

Dr. ██: Do you know you have this ability?

Dr. ██: When did you know you had such powers?

Dr. ██: Please cooperate with our investigation.

SCP-762-1: Why should I cooperate with you. You torture me, for no reason.

Dr. ██: I'm sorry for that, but your efforts can help the Foundation, you know, take humanity far.

SCP-762-1: It doesn't matter how far humans go, you can't do this to me just because of what so-called humans are.

Dr. ██: (ponders for a moment) No way, I can't influence the minds of the entire organization, but if you cooperate with my investigation, I can apply for some benefits for you.

SCP-762-1: Benefits?

Dr. ██: Yes, for example, in future experiments, we can inject you with some anesthetics in advance, which will make you feel better, and you can go out every month to get some ventilation and improve your food, or your physiological needs.

SCP-762-1: Can you let me out, I've had enough of this.

Dr. ██: No, that's all I can do for you, you know, I'm just a part-time worker.

SCP-762-1: Well, you're right, I'm willing to cooperate.

[Some interviews, data deleted]

Dr. ██: Alright, that's the end of our interview.

SCP-762-1: Wait, you won't go back on your promise

Dr. ██: I'm sorry, but those so-called promises were just to get you to cooperate with me.

You lied to me?

Dr. ██: Yes, I'm sorry.

SCP-762-1: (looks flustered) No, don't do that, at least give me a little anesthetic for the next experiment, it hurts.

Dr. ██: I'm sorry, but testing your response to pain is also part of our experiments.

SCP-762-1: Bastard, you can't do that to me.

SCP-762-1: Don't go!

SCP-762-1:! You bastards.

SCP-762-1: If I go out one day, I'm going to torture each of you to death!!

(INSULTING....... ）

SCP-762-1 appears hysterical, and Dr. ██ exits the room, ending the interview.

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This is the most straightforward archival record of SCP-762-1, and of course, it is unlikely to be seen again.

Three centuries ago, the [death] properties of living beings were altered in some way, and humans were unable to die normally, and this worldwide anomalous property caused the Foundation to have to come to the fore.

During a large-scale containment incident, SCP-762-1 escaped.

He has seen the decay of human civilization, the wars between humans and the dead, and the entire world struggling under the Foundation's leadership.

Since then, SCP-762-1 has had only one pursuit, and that is to kill.

He didn't care if they were innocent or not, in fact, after the first hundred years, all humans who had contact with him would have been dead. However, SCP-762-1's killing continues.

Why shouldn't an innocent die, he was also an innocent back then, he was sealed in the Iron Maiden for nearly a thousand years, and after being rescued, he thought that the pain was over, but he didn't expect that it was just a jump from one sea of fire to another.

I did something wrong again, and in that long time, I didn't even kill a single fly.

In that case, then everyone should be tortured, after all, they must have killed flies.

......

No one has ever corrected SCP-762-1's mentality, and in the beginning, he has told some dying people about his experience, and even debated about it, but more and more, he only sees the selfish side of people, and most people are frantic to explain that they are innocent and that they have no right to kill anyone.

...... Almost never had anyone comfort themselves anyway.

At this moment in the same moment, SCP-762-1 felt more excited than ever before in the face of the leader of the hunter squad, his hands frantically tearing at the wounds on his body to prevent them from healing.

"You're going to die! I was tortured a little bit, the pain, the wound supulated, and finally died tragically. ”

"You're so lucky, as long as you lose too much blood, you can die, you never imagined, this right to die is something I ever dreamed of."

"Hahaha, can't you speak in pain, don't put on that expression, you see, I suffer the same pain as you, and none of us owe anyone."

"When you die, I will turn your corpse into a dead body, control you and let you kill your teammates with your own hands, torture to death, of course......"

SCP-762-1 appears to be in some sort of hysterical delusion of euphoria, and his tone becomes more and more pungent, and if you look at his cheeks up close, you can even notice a noticeable post-orgasm crimson.

Regardless, one thing SCP-762-1 is right, and that is that 71 is definitely dead.

She had no way of posing the slightest threat to SCP-762-1, and her legs were now uncontrollable, and the pain was constantly eating away at her mind.

She is about to die, and she will die, even if No. 71 can explode in the small universe now, rush over and stab the other party's heart, then her own heart will be ruptured immediately, and finally, the other party's wound will heal again, and she will die under her own knife.

There is no chance of a comeback......

No. 71 was silent, seemingly unable to think of any life, ready to accept death, death...... Again, this is normal for a hunter.

Abruptly...... A sharp pain suddenly came from 71's shoulder, and then she felt her entire shoulder blade be twisted.

"Well, it's just some torture before death."

Number 71 thought so.

Something unusual, however, she seemed to hear the chaser's shouts suddenly.

"Ahhhh——————hh

“？？” Number 71 was puzzled for a moment, then looked up, and he was surprised to find that in front of him, I don't know when a strange creature appeared.

It was a black clad thing with a fish tank on its head, and from its limbs, it looked like it belonged to a human.

"Is it a new corpse?"

"But if it's a dead body, then why is it attacking its pursuers??"

Yes, the guy with the fish tank was attacking the pursuer, and in a matter of seconds, he broke all the limbs of the manipulator, and of course, in the process, all of the bones of Number 71 were broken, but at least, the pursuer could no longer tear his own wounds with his hands.

And then, to the shock of No. 71 even more, she watched as the head of the fish tank pulled out a pile of broken copper and iron from the back of the waist, and then a lot of bubbles bubbled up in the fish tank.

A white light flashed.

The broken copper and iron all gathered together, turning into a square coffin, tightly wrapping the pursuers inside.