For seven years in prison, D-13714 remained in self-isolation.

His performance can be regarded as an "excellent element" in prison.

If he doesn't go crazy.

When he is not crazy, he is simply a good baby in the eyes of all prison wardens, and he wishes that those difficult to discipline in the prison are like this person.

Activities are completely in accordance with the schedule, without any prison breaks, gangs, violence, management, etc., and when you are free to move, you will only find a place to squat in a daze, and you almost don't need to spend extra energy to deal with some messy things for him.

Even so, D-13714 has a poor reputation in prison.

He was a father killer when he was imprisoned.

This charge is considered inferior to the worst of the world, and at the outset, the wardens vaguely revealed what a loving father D-13714's father was (though the wardens are now eager to slap themselves twice).

So much so that in the beginning, D-13714 was treated no differently than a paedophile in prison, and people often came to find fault.

However, he usually endured some violent acts, and for a short time, he was saddled with the title of "coward".

Until a big mouth said something in front of him that shouldn't have been said.

"It must have been his dad in front of his fucking ***."

It was a mealtime, and D-13714 instantly got up and wiped his neck with a knife when a do-gooder insulted his parents in front of him.

Neat.

At that time, everyone watched him get up and thought that there was going to be a good show to watch.

But no one expected this show to end so quickly.

The process was short and the finish was amazing.

D-13714, who was escorted for examination, was found to be mentally ill - there was no need to question the veracity of this information, and the prison invited a handful of top psychologists to prevent the prisoner from feigning his illness to avoid the crime.

As a result, D-13714 has since been given the nickname "Maniac".

He also naturally got the treatment of a single bedroom.

Who knows when this guy will go crazy again?

Since then, D-13714's usual quietness has sent shivers down the crackles of the entire prison, and rumors of his father's murder have become increasingly secretive.

At least no one dared to mention it in front of him.

Except for a bunch of fools who have just entered prison, their eyes are not very good, and they want to take advantage of him.

A fool arrogantly taunted D-13714, saying that his mother was a bitch and his father was a pedophile, which is why he gave birth to this madman.

The arrogant man fluttered with a "respectful man" glance from the people around him, and D-13714 did not respond, continuing to eat quietly.

His reaction made the attacker think that the rumors about him were nothing more than a group of cowards.

Unfortunately, after the warrior died of "ingestion" too much cyanide during lunch one day, the eyes of the crowd turned to mockery.

There are always these fools who don't have self-knowledge.

From time to time, D-13714 had conditioned his madness to cause the prison officers to complain about it, and by the time D-13714's prestige reached its peak in the prison, thirty-seven years before he was released.

In just nine years, the number of people killed by D-13714 due to "force majeure" has reached fourteen.

For the overseers, it was fourteen long, smelly reports.

Finally, on a dark and windy night, they reached a pleasant agreement with a mysterious organization to send several notorious prisoners, including D-13714, away overnight.

For D-13714, it's just a change of place, but for the other disobedient ones...... It's hell out there.

Executed at every turn, there are all kinds of tricks in the face of death.

Resistance is almost impossible...... However, the official also promised to write off their previous resumes after 30 days, and then they could go out and make waves or start again.

So no matter how bad the temper was, the person endured it, and counted how many days there were left to be released after his sentence was completed.

The entertainment of a group of people in the dormitory, no matter how much they talk about who is dead, what something magical has done to it, or what it has done to itself.

D-13714 is as quiet as ever.

Until he was involved in testing an SCP.

The SCP was numbered 348, and the label was a gift from my father.

When D-13714 picks up the bowl at the behest of his lab coat, a familiar sensation wells up.

It was as if at that moment, what he was holding was not the bowl, but the most familiar and unforgettable thing he was holding, which were his father's hands.

As he remembered, he could even feel the temperature coming from the place where his skin touched.

The lines on the bowl resembled the ravines on his father's hands.

At the request of the experimenter, he was allowed to finish the broth in the bowl.

Both the aroma and the taste are very similar to the dishes made by his parents when he was a child.

Like the first time my father tried to cook, he put too much salt.

If your tears don't fall into the bowl, maybe the taste will be lighter.

When he finished drinking the soup, the experimenter asked him to tell how he felt after eating it.

D-13714's response: It takes me back to the old days, as if I had just gotten out of the bus to say goodbye to my parents at school.

The experimenter then asked him to see if there were any words at the bottom of the bowl.

The moment he looked down and saw the lines, the tears that had just flowed out unconsciously suddenly flowed uncontrollably.

At the bottom of the bowl is his father's handwriting, a line of artistic font that he has been imitating, and a line of English that reads, "I've always loved you." ”

Subsequently, D-13714 was removed from the containment unit by the subject due to emotional outbursts.

For some time thereafter, D-13714 was content with all anomalous work, and he himself was instrumental in experimenting with SCP-348 due to his mental illness.

This was D-13714's happiest time after his mother's death.

"It's already gone."

"My own choice."

……

Each time he drank up the broth in SCP-348, a different phrase would appear at the bottom of the bowl, like words written by his father's own hand.

His father had been forgiving him.

"I want you to live."

But every time he saw a new word, he felt a pang of angina.

What does he need to do to be able to tell his father the sorry he owes all along?

"Don't be too anxious to come to see me."

When he returned to the dormitory, his roommate exclaimed, "God! Those devilish creatures almost killed me! ”

D-13714 scoffs at their evaluation, and for the first time, his mind deviates from his mother's thoughts.

God is by no means omnipotent, and no matter how much the mother prays, he does not escape the whispers of the devil.

Neither did he.

If that bowl is also a creation of the demons in hell, then he deserves to go to hell.

Since then, D-13714 has shown an attitude that surpasses that of D-class personnel, as well as qualities that are unattainable to ordinary people, causing the cold-blooded white coats to consider promoting him to staff several times.

Unfortunately, the proposal was not even drafted, and D-13714 was temporarily arrested as an agent.

According to the experimenters at the time, this was a typical wasteful behavior.

And everyone knows the rest of the story.

D-13714 is convinced with all the certainty that what he is seeing is the house he was in as a child.

He had the impression that there was such a corridor in the house, and that his mother's room was in the deepest part of the house.

Normally, the door to her room is locked for fear of anyone breaking in.

D-13714, however, could clearly hear his father and mother flirting in the room.

He had never heard such sensual words, nor had he ever known that his parents had that side.

Undoubtedly, it was the way he longed for family together, but there should be someone missing in the room.

That person was himself.

But when he walked to the front of the room, he saw the two of them holding a child, which should have been his own when he was young.

The people in the room clearly couldn't see him.

"So should I call him Little Darling or should I call him ███?"

"Of course it's ███, don't forget that the little baby in your mouth belongs only to me!"

His father replied with a feigned sigh: "But I didn't expect you to even eat the child's vinegar." ”

My father kept staring at my mother's smile.

He...... Never seen a smile on my mother's face.

D-13714 quietly exits the room.

It's okay, we're okay in the other world.

As he left the house, the world fell apart, and the illusion that belonged to him dissipated, and what appeared to him was ......