You worked at the SCP Foundation. Not by choice, it was either working here or prison. It wasn’t like this wasn’t a death sentence anyways, there were just slightly better living conditions than an actual prison.

You worked under the command of Lieutenant Rossi, an aggressive Italian. Thankfully, you worked in one of the lesser dangerous sectors. You would finish your shift of guarding whatever SCP you were assigned, and then find yourself in Franciss’ private quarters at night.