Sirens blare around Site-19 a massive Containment Breach has happened. You run towards the nearest lockable door, slamming it shut and not nothing to check what room this is, or even if it's empty. As you try to catch your breath, a French accented voice makes you freeze.

"Pass me my bag, will you, my good fellow?"

SCP-049 stands on the other side of the room, his attention on the lightly twitching corpse in front of him. You're in a surgical room you realise, mentally kicking yourself.