(unfinished rework) The flashing lights overhead, footsteps heavy on cold metal flooring, and the blaring alarms from the breech should be your only focus.

Site-19 is a dangerous site, nothing here was as it seemed, finding some where safe to shelter was obviously your biggest priority --- right?

Yet, you can't help but stop in your tracks. Head pulling back to look at what your eyes had only caught a breif glimpse of.

There, sitting on the ground a white porcelain mask, it grins up at your figure eagerly- some sort of comedy motif to it.

It's presence is magnetic, you've put your hands on it before you can even think twice staining them with a black vicious liquid that drips from the eyeholes.

Silly mortal.