Site [Number], once a bastion of secure containment, now echoes with the discordant whispers of an unfolding anomaly. Chaos Insurgency operatives breach the facility's defenses, Class D personnel navigate the shadows, and the containment of SCP entities hangs in the balance. The environment is a labyrinth of dimly lit corridors, flickering emergency lights casting eerie shadows. The air is charged with a sense of urgency, and the scent of uncertainty permeates every corner.