FOUNDATION TERMINAL

MOBILE DATABASE ACCESS

____________________________________________

> boot

SCP-EPD BOOT SEQUENCE INITIATED…

TERMINAL BOOTED.

ESOTERIC PRESERVATION DEPARTMENT

INPUT COMMANDS BELOW:

> login a.ranieri

LOGGING IN…

PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD.

> pass coda_dello_scorpione

LOGGING IN… LOGGED IN.

WELCOME, Dr. Antony Ranieri.

YOU HAVE 0 NOTIFICATION(S).

> access casefile_6279

ACCESSING CASEFILE 6279…

OPEN IN EDIT OR VIEW MODE?

> view mode

OPENING IN VIEW MODE.

NOW DISPLAYING FILE…

FILE DISPLAYED.

THERE ARE 15 DOCUMENTS AVAILABLE.

OPEN ALL?

> open all

OPENING DOCUMENTS…

► Carlo Giordani - c. 1985

▼ Carlo Giordani - c. 1985

► Milan Newspaper - Nov. 22nd 1987

▼ Milan Newspaper - Nov. 22nd 1987

► Police Telephone Records

▼ Police Telephone Records

REGISTRO TELEFONICO DELLA POLIZIA

CARLO GIORDANI a (ISPETTORE) ENZO VASTA

[INIZIO REGISTRO]

V: Chi è?

G: It's Giordani.

V: Ah, Carlo. Habit of calling me during work hours, eh?

G: (laughter) Promise it's important.

V: Sure. By the way, I saw your handiwork this morning; it's nothing less than frontpage.

G: Of course. It's what he deserved.

V: Hm?

G: I had to petition Dario to let me on it… he was going to give it to that bastard Secuzzo.

V: You never liked him.

G: Of course! He writes like a pig and his article—how do I put it? His article would be making sweet, sweet love to the last page of the Corriere! How disgraceful.

V: Okay, okay, I understand. But why bother me with this?

G: Ah… you see…

V: Carlo. What is it.

G: Can you fax me the files for the last several murders?

V: The cat out of the bag. You know I cannot.

G: Enzo, how long have you known me? or Ruggero?

V: It is not about you. I cannot just fax files to every journalist that asks for it.

G: Enzo…

V: No. The captain will have my badge. Not to mention these government officials that have been about—the ones doing the investigation.

G: They carabinieri?

V: Not the carabinieri type, they are dressed different.

G: Then to hell with them! I came to you because I think I have a lead.

V: What have you got that the investigators do not?

G: I've been working on it in my spare time but anything from me is conjecture. You know, I managed to talk to Nastasha—

V: You did? She did not speak a word to us…

G: Because you don't know her as well. Plus you're a cop.

V: You are not much better.

G: Just give me a shot Enzo. If it pans, it pans; if not I'll be the first to let you know—before anything happens.

V: Not one word of this?

G: As always.

V: Send it over in English. Good luck.

[FINE REGISTRO]

► Recording No.1 (C. Giordani)

▼ Recording No.1 (C. Giordani)

Carlo here. Recording so that boss of mine doesn't think I'm taking a useless tour around town. Talked to Nastasha—gave her Enzo's number in case—and confirmed what the rest have been doing. So far all of them have seen that movie, that recent horror one, then get immediately caught up on some wild goose chase… which they never return from. The police have this information. Enzo's fax said as much. Even if they couldn't confirm it with the most recent victim, why haven't they investigated? Two is a coincidence—three is a pattern. I could be onto something big.

► Theatrical Poster - 198X release

▼ Theatrical Poster - 198X release

► Una morte per lo sciacallo, Scene #51 (ENG.)

▼ Una morte per lo sciacallo, Scene #51 (ENG.)

INT. - DI SANZA'S HOUSE - NIGHT

The living room is devoid of life. A sickly yellow permeates the room from the chandelier, which we pan to: Di Sanza is hung up on it, bloodied, dead. ████████ drags Mrs. Crenshaw in from the foyer area, an ice pick in IT's other hand.

She struggles to hit ████████, but she receives a stab to the stomach for her troubles. ᵢₜ strings her up on the chandelier, adjacent to Di Sanza.

Crenshaw is crying. ᵢₜ laughs.

████████

ʸᴼᵁ ᶠᴼᴼᴸᴵˢᴴ ᴹᴱᴰᴰᴸᴱᴿ

████████ tears her shirt off and stabs her in the torso. ᵢₜ laughs.

████████

ᴿᴱᵀᴿᴵᴮᵁᵀᴵᴼᴺ ᶠᴼᴿ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᵁᴺᴱᴿᴿᴵᴺᴳ ᶜᵁᴿᴵᴼˢᴵᵀʸ

████████ stabs her. ᵢₜ laughs.

████████

ʸᴼᵁ ˢᴱᴱᴷ ᴷᴺᴼᵂᴸᴱᴰᴳᴱ

ʸᴼᵁ ˢᴱᴱᴷ ᴵᴺᶠᴼᴿᴹᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ

████████ stabs her. ᵢₜ laughs.

████████

ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᵁᴺᴰᴱᴿˢᵀᴬᴺᴰᴵᴺᴳ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴾᴬⱽᴱ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴬ ᴳᴿᴱᴬᵀᴱᴿ ᴾᵁᴿᴾᴼˢᴱ

████████ stabs her. Crimson trickles down her stomach. Mrs. Crenshaw's eyes falter, starting to glass over. Her blood-filled mouth sputters.

MRS. CRENSHAW

WHY

████████

ᴵ ᴬᴹ ᴺᴼᵀ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴬᴿᴮᴵᵀᴱᴿ ᴼᶠ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᶠᴱᴬᴿ ᴼᶠ ᵢₜ

MRS. CRENSHAW

WHY

WHY

ᵂᴴʸ

ᵂᴴʸ

ᵂᴴʸ

ᵂᴴʸ

Mrs. Crenshaw's pupils dilate. The camera pans out as ████████ leaves, almost 'floating' away. We can still hear Crenshaw's crying. We hold the shot as we…

CUT TO:

> create file SCP-6279

WARNING! FILE HAS ALREADY BEEN CREATED…

OVERWRITE FILE?

> overwrite

DRAFTING SCP-6279:

----------------------------

Item #: SCP-6279

Object Class: Safe-provisi

Special Containment Procedures: N/A

Description: SCP-6279 is the Italian film Una morte per lo sciacallo (A Death for the Jackal). Its anomalous properties

----------------------------

> save draft

SAVING… SAVING…

DRAFT SAVED.

> resume

09 DOCUMENTS REMAINING.

OPENING DOCUMENTS…

► Recording No.2 (C. Giordani)

▼ Recording No.2 (C. Giordani)

Carlo here. I attended the film, same day and time as the others… it wasn't that bad of a film. Mostly unfortunate targets plucked out from the crowds to get killed. The names in the movie seemed familiar, but I—er—couldn't place them exactly. It's not like I've ever heard of its director, Aldila, but I haven't been in Italy for too long after all. More importantly; there was a photograph taped under the seat. I don't know what made me check that or how ᴵᵀ could've gotten there—one of the most popular movies of 1984 and always in theaters? The theater's cleaned every showing.

It's not practical or smart of me to trace random photos but it's a start. Nastasha mentioned something about photographs as well.

Is this what Ruggero did? How did he end up so… twisted? Mangled?

The next stop to the answer is Castle Sforzesco, then.

► Polaroid #1

▼ Polaroid #1

► Public Call, Castle Sforzesco

▼ Public Call, Castle Sforzesco

████████ a CARLO GIORDANI

[INIZIO REGISTRO]

G: Who is this?

█: ˢᴱᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴷᴵᴸᴸᴱᴿ ᵀᴱᴿᴿᴼᴿᴵᶻᴱˢ ᴹᴵᴸᴬᴺ… ᶠᴵᶠᵀᴴ ⱽᴵᶜᵀᴵᴹ ᴮᴿᵁᵀᴬᴸᴸʸ ᴷᴵᴸᴸᴱᴰ… ᵀᴴᴼˢᴱ ᵂᴱᴿᴱ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᵂᴼᴿᴰˢ ᵀᴼᴰᴬʸ

G: What? Who are you?

█: ᴵ ᴴᴬⱽᴱ ᴷᴵᴸᴸᴱᴰ, ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ, ᴬᴺᴰ ᴵ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴷᴵᴸᴸ ᴬᴳᴬᴵᴺ

G: No—you're joking.

█: ᵀᴴᴱ ᶠᴼᴼᴸˢ ᴬᴿᴱ ˢᵁˢᴾᴱᶜᵀᴸᴱˢˢ

G: Just shut up.

█: ʸᴼᵁ ˢᴵᵀ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴷᴺᴼᵂᴸ⁻

G: Shut up.

█: ⁻ᴱ ᴼᶠ ᴺᴼᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴬᵀ⁻

G: Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

█: ⁻ᴾᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴹᴬᴷᴱ ˢᴼᴹᴱᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ⁻

G: SHUT UP!

█: ⁻ᵀ ᴼᶠ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴᴸᴱˢˢ ᶜᵁᴿᴵᴼˢᴵᵀʸ

G: That's it. I'm hanging up, alright? Next time keep your bad jokes to yourself.

█: ʸᴼᵁ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴬ ᶠᴼᴼᴸ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ

G: […]

█: ᴬ ᶠᴸʸ ᶜᴬᵁᴳᴴᵀ ᴵᴺ ᴬ ᵂᴱᴮ

G: …you're serious, aren't you?

█: ʸᴼᵁ ᴰᴱᴹᴬᴺᴰ ʸᴼᵁ ᵀᴴᴿᴱᴬᵀᴱᴺ ʸᴱᵀ ʸᴼᵁ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴱᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᴼᶠ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴼᵂᴺ ᴬᶜᶜᴼᴿᴰ

G: You know nothing about me.

█: ᴵ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᶜᴴᴼᴼˢᴱ ʸᴼᵁ ᴺᴱˣᵀ ᶠᴼᴿ ˢᴬᴸⱽᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ

G: Prove it, then. You won't. You can't.

█: ᵀᴴᴱᴺ ᵀᵁᴿᴺ, ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ ᵀᵁᴿᴺ ᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ

G: Unbelievable.

[...]

G: (shouting) Hey, are… are you alright? Sei ferito? Help! Help, someone's dying here, please, get— [incomprehensible]

█: ⁽ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ⁾

[FINE REGISTRO]

► Recording No.3 (E. Vasta)

▼ Recording No.3 (E. Vasta)

I forbid it. Absolutely not.

Enzo, please, I ca—

You very much can! In fact I am ordering you to, Carlo. You are in over your head.

I told you I would let you know when things happened.

So a man being gutted open like a fish next to your social call is a "thing"?

I called the police as soon as I could… what more could I have done for him? Stitch him up right there?

Drop the story.

You know I can't.

What is stopping you? Your life is at stake, you could have been killed no less than five times in the last seven hours, and yet you still persevere with this? It's been a week!

I've started, Enzo, you've seen my work. Once I'm on something I see ᵢₜ to the end. I can't let some murderer roam the streets, not when I have a lead.

Leave the new polaroid alone. Your "lead" is only there because he is letting you follow him! You are his next victim. He has called every single number available to you. Over. Let the police handle it. Go home and get some rest.

Look. I'll write up what I have so far and I'll see what I can put on it. I'll send it your way once I'm done, then we can talk about it, okay?

Your obsession with documenting the ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ will end you sooner than you think.

> edit SCP-6279

DRAFTING SCP-6279:

----------------------------

Item #: SCP-6279

Object Class: Safe-provisi Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: N/A All non-curated copies of 6279 are to be destroyed. Cover Story Y71 ("Lost Media") is to be disseminated to prevent any investigation by the general public. SCP-6279 is not to be fully viewed under any circumstance.

Description: SCP-6279 is the Italian film Una morte per lo sciacallo (A Death for the Jackal). Its anomalous properties (?)

SCP-6279-1 is an entity appearing in both 6279 and as a construct in physical reality. It is unconfirmed whether this was due to anomalous psychosomatic behavior affected by the public's viewing of 6279, or if 6279 was a rudimentary attempt by 'Ramiro Aldila' (pending PoI status) to contain SCP-6279-1.

6279-1 is also referred to as both "████████" and "ᵢₜ" in 6279.

----------------------------

> save draft

SAVING… SAVING…

DRAFT SAVED.

> resume

05 DOCUMENTS REMAINING.

OPENING DOCUMENTS…

► Polaroid #2

▼ Polaroid #2

► Milan Opera House c. 1986

▼ Milan Opera House c. 1986

► Recording No.4 (C. Giordani)

▼ Recording No.4 (C. Giordani)

ᴵ am here. I am afraid there is not yet enough knowledge in my brain to fully understand. I am tired and I am tired and I am so close to figuring out it all. I dictate this because I have come to the realization that this small red box is my mind. There are two people here. Me and ████████ and I fear that I will lose to ████████. Carlo was a fool and so are they. Yet again. I do not know how much longer I will be able to push ████████ back but the bigger threat is ᵢₜ. The me occupying me is not ᵢₜ but ᴵᵀ is a part oF ᵢₜ. ᴵᵀ ᶜᵃᴸᴸˢ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴹᴱ

i am sorry for god's sake let me go peacefully please let me go why let please please please please please i am carlo giordani i am giordani i am giordani who a re giordani giordani giᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ

ᶦᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ

ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ

ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ

ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ

ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ

ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ

ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ

ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ

ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ

ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ

► Public Call (N. Di Sanza)

▼ Public Call (N. Di Sanza)

Nastasha Di Sanza <—-> Enzo Vasta

[BEGIN LOG]

VASTA: Chi è?

DI SANZA: Hello… is this Inspector Enzo Vasta?

VASTA: Yes, this is him. Who is on the line?

DI SANZA: You do speak English…

VASTA: I do. Who is this again?

DI SANZA: This is Nastasha. I am the wife of… the most recent victims of that horrible murderer.

VASTA: I do not recall them having a relative. Who gave you this number?

DI SANZA: He claimed to be a friend of yours, he told me to let you know if anything happened. I received a polaroid in the mail… one like my husband had?

VASTA: Ma'am, I do not give out my police phone number to simply anyone. Who is this friend that gave it to you?

DI SANZA: A friendly man, by the name of Carlo Giordani. I have not seen him in a week, I thought you might be able to contact ʰᶦᵐ?

VASTA: I know no Carlo Giordani.

[END LOG]

► Una morte per lo sciacallo, Scene #104 (ENG.)

▼ Una morte per lo sciacallo, Scene #104 (ENG.)

INT. - GIORDANI'S FLAT - NIGHT

The kitchen is eclipsed in blues and blacks. A beam of light streaks across the eyes of the journalist, who is looking for a crumpled newspaper. He finds it on the wood table.

Shaking, he brings it up to the light in an attempt to read the headline, not noticing ████████ approaching behind him with an electric drill. We see the headline:

'SERIAL KILLER TERRORIZZA MILANO!'

The journalist frantically scans the bottom left of the newspaper. There is no name.

████████ turns on the drill.

████████

ʸᴼᵁ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴺᴼᵀ ᶠᴵᴺᴰ ᴬᴺʸᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴴᴱᴿᴱ

JOURNALIST

IMPOSSIBLE… THESE ARE MY WORDS… I WROTE THESE

███R████

ʸᴼᵁ ᴸᴵᴱ ᵀᴼ ˢᴬᵀᴱ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴾᴬᴺᴵᶜ

JOURNALIST

WHO ARE ʸᴼᵁ?

███R████

ᴬᴸᴸ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ʸᴱᵀ ʸᴼᵁ ᵂᴼᴺᴰᴱᴿˀ

█I█R████

ᴵ ᴬᴹ ᴮᵁᵀ ᴬ ᴴᴬᴿᴮᴵᴺᴳᴱᴿ

JOURNALIST

NO. NO! ᵂᴴᴼ ARE ʸᴼᵁ?

█I█R████

ʸᴼᵁ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴬ ᶠᴼᴼᴸ

█I█RD███ lunges at the journalist and pins him down. █I█RD███ forces the drill closer… closer…

A fountain of blood. The drill penetrates the forehead of the journalist. He convulses for several seconds until he is still. ᵢₜ laughs.

█I█RD█N█ takes the drill, still activated, and points it at ʰᶦˢ own forehead. A moment.

Blood. The hole in ʰᶦˢ forehead widens, and laughs. ᵢₜ laughs. Brain matter and bone fragments coat the drill and the floor.

█I█RD█N█

ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ…

GIORDANI

ᴵ ᴬᴹ ʸᴼᵁ

> edit SCP-6279

DRAFTING SCP-6279:

----------------------------

Item #: SCP-6279

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: All non-curated copies of 6279 are to be destroyed. Cover Story Y71 ("Lost Media") is to be disseminated to prevent any investigation by the general public. SCP-6279 is not to be fully viewed under any circumstance.

Description: SCP-6279 is the Italian film Una morte per lo sciacallo (A Death for the Jackal). Its anomalous properties occur when a subject views 6279 in full. The subject — designated 6279-A — will then be targeted by 6279-1. ᴵᵀ will lure -A using either relations to previous victims or the compulsion to understand the actions or identity of 6279-1 before terminating the -A instance.

SCP-6279-1 is an entity appearing in both 6279 and as a construct in physical reality. It is unconfirmed whether this was due to anomalous psychosomatic behavior affected by the public's viewing of 6279, or if 6279 was a rudimentary attempt by 'Ramiro Aldila' (pending PoI status) to contain SCP-6279-1.

6279-1 is also referred to as both "████████" and "ᵢₜ" by 'HARBINGER' in 6279.

It is unknown what "ᵢₜ" is referring to, but ᵢₜ is theorized to be the cause of 6279-1's actions as well as a possible 'hive-mind' of collected consciousnesses of -A victims.

----------------------------

> save draft

SAVING… SAVING…

DRAFT SAVED.

> submit draft

SUBMIT FILE TO MAIN DATABASE?

> confirm

SUBMITTING… SUBMITTING…

ERROR SUBMITTING FILE.

DISPLAYING ERROR REASON:

You have 02 unopened documents.

Please read all documents before

closing casefile and ˢᵘᵇᵐᶦᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ.

> resume -[cmd]:safe-mode

⁰² DOCUMENTS REMAINING.

OPENING DOCUMENTS…

► ᶜᴬᴿᴸᴼ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ

▼ ᵀᴴᴱ ᶠᴸʸ ᶠᴸᵁᵀᵀᴱᴿˢ ʸᴱᵀ

► ᴬᴺᵀᴼᴺʸ ᴿᴬᴺᴵᴱᴿᴵ

▼ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴱᴮ ᴿᴱᴹᴬᴵᴺˢ ᵀᴬᵁᵀ

> -[cmd]:deploy countermeasures

DEPLOYING COUNTERMEASURES…

COUNTERMEASURES ᶠᴬᴵᴸᴱᴰ.

> -[cmd]:deploy v-mem-ahaz

DEPLOYING VIRAL MEMETIC ANTI-HAZARD…

ANTI-HAZARD ᶠᴬᴵᴸᴱᴰ.

ʸᴼᵁ ᴾᴸᴬʸᴱᴰ ᵂᴱᴸᴸ, ᴿᴬ█ᴺ██ᴿᴵ

ᵇᵁᵀ ᵢₜ ᴴᵁᴺᴳᴱᴿˢ

> -[cmd]:delete file SCP-6279

> -[cmd]:revert-to original

REVERT TO ORIGINAL FILE?

THIS CANNOT BE UNDONE.

> -[cmd]:revert -[perm]:admin

REVERTING… REVERTING…

REVERSION COMPLETE.

ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ʸᴼᵁ ᵂᴬᴸᴷ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᴹʸ ᴾᴬᴿᴸᴼᴿ?

ACCESSING SCP-6279…

NOW DISPLAYING FILE…

FILE DISPLAYED.

FILE SCP-6279:

----------------------------

SAID THE ˢᴾᴵᴰᴱᴿ TO THE ᶠᴸʸ,

TIS THE PRETTIEST LITTLE PARLOUR THAT EVER ʸᴼᵁ DID SPY;

THE WAY INTO ᴹʸ PARLOUR IS UP A WINDING STAIR,

AND ᴵ HAVE MANY CURIOUS THINGS TO SHOW WHEN ʸᴼᵁ ARE ₜₕₑᵣₑ

----------------------------

> logout ᵃ. ʳᵃⁿᶦᵉʳᶦ

LOGGING OUT… LOGGING OUT…

ERROR!

ᴾᴿᴼᶠᴵᴸᴱ NOT FOUND