Night fell. The sun was dangerous, no longer a friend. At the base ███ a killing machine was waking up from years of being dead.

Abel emerged from his coffin and then from his Sarcophagus. Abel's murderous rage was on, ready to attack anyone who crossed him. But Abel noticed something; there were no soldiers, the alarms did not go off warning that he woke up. He looked around, somewhat confused.

But Abel saw the opportunity to escape from this cursed place. Starting to run and passing through all the traps and obstacles that the SCP Foundation put in his way. Leaving the subway place where he had been for centuries.