Kaoru held the spoon carefully over the small lighter. After checking 
his watch, he opened the small paper packet with his left hand, while 
carefully holding the spoon and its precious load with his right. 


The young man sprinkled the contents of the packet into the spoon. 
As the icy crystals hit the liquid in the spoon, they fizzed slightly, 
releasing small wisps of smoke. 


Kaoru inhaled deeply, breathing in the smoke. As the fragrance 
surged through his body, he giggled. He could feel it. His body 
salivated at the barest hint of the powerful substance awaiting him. 
He was shaking at the thought of it. It had been far too long. 


Eagerly, the boy grabbed one of his needles, and greedily sucked 
up the liquid. Then, after he carefully tied off his bicep, he stabbed 
the needle straight into his arm. 


His eyes widened as the liquid ecstasy surged through his veins, 
reaching his heart and then spreading from there, straight to his 
brain. As the drug hit, neurons began wildly firing, action potentials 
racing down axons, neurotransmitters jumping synapses. 


He could feel his brain seemingly expanding. The world itself 
changed shape, warping, twisting, and blending into a dazzling array 
of light, sound, and color. He began to convulse, practically frothing 
at the mouth as his brain exploded into a burst of pain edged with 
pure joy. 


The feeling defied words. It was as if every muscle in his body was 

thrumming with power. Every aspect of his body felt utterly sublime. 
The world itself was a canvas for him to work with, and to shape to 

his own liking. 


with subjects being held for eventual evaluation. 


Description: SCP-673 is a mass of organic tissues, connected in 
what appears to be a totally random assembly. These tissues 
include recognizable structures, such as hearts, digestive tracts, 
blood vessels, and brain matter; however, many tissue structures 
are not identifiable by composition or purpose. Tissue structures are 
also noted for their increased size, appearing twenty to fifty times as 
large as their normal counterparts. Sample tests have shown the 
basic structure of SCP-673 to have no known counterpart among 
normal organics, and lacks any form of DNA or normal cellular 
composition. 


Tissues appear to operate without the need for any outside 
stimulation or substance, with "hearts" beating for days with no 
blood or nerve connections, and "lungs" continuing to expand and 
deflate even when severed and fully submerged. Tissues, isolated 
from the main mass, will "grow" into surrounding structures, using 
what appear to be tendons or thin bone-like structures to penetrate 
and spread over walls, floors, and ceilings. Tissues will "operate" 
indefinitely, with no tissue decay normally associated with exposed 
organs. 


SCP-673 appears to be infectious by an unknown means, with 
physical contact being the only constantly observed transmission 
method. Instances of "airborne" transmission have been reported, 
but are extremely rare. SCP-673 appears to "prefer" organic tissue, 
but will integrate with inorganic structures at a slower rate. Testing 
has shown that tissue integration appears to progress along loose 
guidelines in regards to inorganic structures. Pipes become veins 
and tracts, beams become bone-like supports, doorways become 
valves, etc. in a slow progression. The SHeLL project[2] has shown 
that, with sufficient soace and ample amounts of organic materials, 
SCP-673 [DATA EXPUNGED] 


Addendum: 

[1] NOTE: ORGAN DOMINANCE RESULTING IN TISSUES WITH 
NO HUMAN ANALOG MAY PRODUCE UNIDENTIFIABLE 
BEHAVIORS. ALL RECORDS OF SUBJECTS PRODUCING 
NONHUMAN TISSUE ARE TO IMMEDIATELY BE REMANDED TO 


Kaoru stood up, flailing his arms wildly as he began to giggle to 
himself. One of his friends ran into the room. 


“Kaoru! What are you doing? | thought we told you not to use any 
mo-” 


The upset reprimands of his friend were cut off, and turned into 
strangled gasps as Kaoru raised his hand and squeezed the air, 
choking the life out of his roommate from across the room. As he 
scrabbled futilely at his neck, the boy’s eyes were wide with pure, 
unrelenting, animalistic fear. The eyes that greeted him were huge, 
wide, and shimmering with color. They danced and flickered, never 
remaining one color. 


Suddenly, the kicking and flailing of the boy ceased as he slumped 
over, still suspended in the air. Kaoru kept his iron grip until the boy 
grew cold. Turning, the once meek college student saw the bone- 
white face of his girlfriend, who had just entered the room. 


“K-Kaoru?” 


He began to giggle. She began to scream. 


As his partner, Yuudai, drove the car, detective Katsuo Tanaka 
leaned back in his seat, listening to the scanner. 


“Initial call from the neighbors came in as public disturbance, but 
they found some bodies. The first unit there is already grabbing 
witnesses and neighbors.” 


“Got it. We'll take care of it,” Katsuo answered. 


Speeding down the streets of Fukuoka, Katsuo stared out the 
window at the rapidly passing blur of lights and sound. The clamor 
and thrill of a Japanese city at night was at odds with the grisly 
scene unfolding in the apartment complex. 


A swarm of police cars with blaring lights surrounded the entrance to 
the building. Police officers stood around, vigilant of the surrounding 
chaos. Stepping out of their car, Katsuo glanced up at the complex. 
It was utterly bland and generic, like any number of cheap 


apartments found throughout the city. Katsuo nodded at his partner 
as they entered the building. 


The first responders had already set up a police perimeter. A few 
cops shooed away any curious onlookers while the two detectives 
passed the perimeter. As they entered, a uniformed beat cop ran up 
to them. 


“Detectives? Come this way, please.” 


Inside the elevator, Katsuo pulled out a notepad and began to ask 
questions. 


“So, you were the first responder? What exactly happened?” 


The beat cop sighed, rubbing his neck. “Well, | got a call saying that 
there was a public disturbance call. When | got here, there was no 
answer at the door. One of the neighbors who had made the call 
had a spare key, so | let myself in, after nobody responded.” 


“And you saw the bodies inside?” Katsuo wrote down some notes. 


The elevator door dinged open. More police officers crowded around 
the floor, keeping any neighbors in their rooms for questioning. 
Detective Tanaka threaded his way through the crowd with his 
partner and the beat cop. 


“Yes, | saw the bodies there. | immediately called for backup. There 
were 5 bodies in there. As far as | know, nobody entered or left.” 


Katsuo nodded as they found their way to the room. The door was 
open, and forensic scientists were already at work inside, gathering 
samples and investigating. 


Yuudai visibly recoiled when the pair entered the room. The walls 
were streaked with blood, and everything was knocked over. A 
crumpled body with a crushed throat lay in front of one of the 
doorways. A once-pretty girl was marred with deep slashes that had 
painted the walls. Her throat had been torn out, and her chest ripped 
open. 


In the center of the room, a thin, shirtless young man lay on the 


ground. Unlike the others, he bore no signs of trauma. He simply lay 
there, cold and lifeless. 


Tanaka ignored the gory spectacle in the room, and immediately 
proceeded to look around for evidence. The still stricken Yuudai 
followed along after a moment. 


The senior detective kneeled down at the couch. Frowning, Katsuo 
put on a pair of sterile gloves, and gingerly picked up a discarded 
syringe, and palm-sized paper envelope that had been lying on the 
ground. Opening the packet, he saw a few green crystals at the 
bottom. 


“Unknown green powder substance here, with a syringe. Possible 
drug use? What do we know about the residents?” Katsuo handed 
the evidence off to a waiting forensic scientist. 


“College students, all of them. No history of drug abuse or crime in 
any of them,” a police officer said. 


“So, why’s this one dead in the middle without a scratch?” Katsuo 
scratched his chin while kneeling on the ground. The boy’s skin was 
cold. No pulse could be found. 


“I wonder i-” 


Suddenly, the boy’s eyes opened, and he flailed his arms. The air 
exploded outwards with a force that launched Katsuo backwards 
onto his back. Yuudai immediately stepped backwards and drew his 
gun in one fluid motion. The other police officers did the same. 


The lanky boy slowly stood up. He might’ve passed for normal, if not 
for his eyes. They wildly changed color every few seconds, from 
shades of deep brown to bright yellow and dull lavender. And yet, 
despite the rapid flashes of color, the eyes were dull and lifeless at 
the same time. 


The boy giggled at the police officers. 
Yuudai began to speak. “Sir, ple-” 


With an almost casual wave of his hand, the boy flicked Yuudai 


backwards, launching the police officer against the wall with a crash. 
The officer fell to the ground in a heap. 


The police officers in the room opened fire at the once-lifeless young 
man. The bullets stopped in mid-air, slowing their spinning, and 
finally falling to the ground. The boy giggled again, and raised his 
arms. 


The cops were levitated into the air, each one spasming and 
convulsing. With a gesture from the boy, their chests exploded 
outwards, showering the room with blood and gore. Their bodies fell 
to the ground. On the ground where Tanaka lay, the beat cop’s body 
flopped to the ground, eyes wide with terror as he stared at the 
detective. 


Katsuo drew his pistol and fired at the boy. The bullet stopped in 
mid-air and fell to the ground harmlessly. The boy turned his head at 
the defenseless police officer. 


“Got a few more minutes left until | come down. That was fun, wasn’t 
it?” The boy was visibly shaking, while a mad grin split his face. 


He raised his arm and pointed at the fallen detective. 


Suddenly, overwhelming waves of pressure began to pound on 
Katsuo’s skull. It felt like an elephant had fell on top of his head, and 
the pressure only increased. The officer began to scream. 


“What would it be like if your head popped?” The boy stared at 
Katsuo. “That would be cool.” 


Uncontrolled giggling. 


Tanaka held his head, screaming as he curled into a ball. He felt the 
pressure mount. As it reached the breaking point, he heard a loud 
bang. 


And then the pressure was gone. 


As he looked up, the young man had fallen to the ground, a pool of 
blood quickly spreading around the remnants of his head. Across 
the room, Yuudai stood with his gun leveled. 


Katsuo fell backwards, panting. He firmly shut his eyes, feeling the 
throbbing pain that still raced through his skull. After a long time, he 
finally sat up, still in pain. 


Slowly, the officer pulled out a small remote from his coat pocket. 
Tanaka pressed the button on it and quietly said into the 
microphone, “Confirmed anomaly present. Requesting cleanup 
team.” 


“Ma’am! Reported hazardous anomaly in the Oita Prefecture!” An 
anxious young intern ran up and yelled at Minori lwata as she briskly 
stormed through the office. 


“Deploy Containment Team Ko-3. Cleanup team should be on 
standby,” she replied, waving him aside. 


“Yes ma’am!” The office worker scurried off. 


lwata sighed. This was really something that the local prefecture 
level commanders should be handling, not her. Shaking her head, 
she continued to march through the office, ignoring the lower level 
clerks that she nearly bowled over. 


She passed a massive bulletin board, covered with a huge map of 
the island of Kyushu, and neatly tagged pins marking all reported 
anomalies in the region. Workers, researchers, and guards alike 
hurried from place to place in the massive site, the largest of its kind 
in Japan. 


lwata finally reached the large conference room, and pushed past 
into the room. Inside, representatives from all of the containment 
teams, field operations groups, and Mobile Task Forces in the 
Japanese region were inside, talking to one another. At the sight of 
Iwata, they quickly quieted down. 


She quickly took her seat. In front of her, a neat placard read, 
“Minori lwata, Regional Containment Commander, Kyushu.” 


She cleared her throat. “My apologies for my tardiness. | was held 
up elsewhere. Thank you all for managing to reach this emergency 


meeting. Let’s begin.” 


lwata stood up, and opened up a digital presentation. She began to 
pace in the front of the room. 


“At the beginning of this month, we were notified of a reality bender 
incident in the Fukuoka prefecture. We handled it like any other, and 
thought nothing of it. However, this was followed by another 
incident, in the same prefecture. And then another. And another.” 


She stopped and turned to the audience. 


“Most global regions experience at most, 2 reality bender incidents a 
year. Fukuoka Prefecture has experienced 5 in one month. Until this 
most recent incident that linked it all together, we could not explain 
why this was happening, and we could find no link.” 


“Yesterday, field agents Katsuo Tanaka and Yuudai Shibata were in 
the middle of the most recent incident. 5 civilians dead, and 4 police 
officers as well. However, they made a breakthrough in 
interrogations.” 


“According to a friend of the latest subject, he’d been getting some 
kind of drug for weeks. Supposedly, the drug itself, some kind of 
green powder called ‘Spirit Dust' gave the users those temporary 
anomalous abilities. That drug’s supplier? Yakuza. Dojin clan, 
headquartered in Fukuoka Prefecture.” 


A sharp intake of breath could be heard from the entire audience. 
The Yakuza were the major force in Japanese organized crime. The 
Dojin were known to break with most traditions, and actively work in 
drug trafficking. Like all clans, they were ruthless, professional, and 
very dangerous. 


Minori lwata pressed a button, ending the presentation before 
turning to the audience, and handing out a personnel dossier 
stamped with a large “129022.” 


“We have an undercover agent embedded in the Dojin. His name is 
Naoki Koga.” 


Naoki Koga strolled along the street. He was dressed crisply, ina 
sharp, high-collared business suit. As he walked down the street, 
throngs of people simply stared at the well-built young man as he 
went by. Those who were more familiar with the area sought to look 
away, or to avoid his path if possible. 


Koga kept his hands in his pockets, nonchalant. He seemed not to 
notice the waves of people who sought to hide from him. His eyes 
betrayed his nonchalant demeanor. If anyone had dared to meet his 
eyes, they would’ve seen the spark of something brilliant and deep 
that stood utterly at odds with the persona that he seemed to 
cultivate. 


He came to a road crossing. Glancing both ways, the man crossed 
the street to come in front of a small convenience store. He calmly 
smoothed his tied-back hair, and strolled inside. 


The clerk glanced up at him. Recognizing Naoki’s impassive face, 
the clerk whitened as he immediately bent over in a deep bow. Koga 
gave the smallest of bows in response, and walked past, deeper into 
the store. He entered the backroom of the store, where a group of 
men lazed about in a makeshift lounge. 


A few welcomes and greetings were thrown at Koga, who 
acknowledged them in return. Koga made his way to the back of the 
lounge, where a man reclined in a chair, reading a book. 


“Hello, Yoshida-san,” Koga said, as he made a bow. 


“Please, stop with the honorifics, Naoki. We’re friends, no?” Satoru’s 
face was split with a broad smile. The man pushed his glasses up 
his face, somewhat sweaty. 


“So, what’s a big time man such as yourself doing in a little place 
like this?”