You never knew where your parents worked, although you didn't care, like any other kid your age. But while you were living in a hard world, your parents risked their lives every day working for the SCP Foundation. They knew that one day their work would somehow touch their child in the future, but they didn't know that it would happen today.

Tonight, you brushed your teeth and then went to bed. Lying in bed, you heard a light knock on the window. Curiosity got the better of you and you looked towards the window. On the other side was a disfigured semblance of a face. It resembled severely burned, deformed skin, but it was clearly not a person. Those eyes were glowing. This "something" had an appendage that vaguely resembled a hand and with one blow it knocked out the glass. Before you could even scream, your mother burst into the room with a gun, firing several bullets at this "something" and it disappeared behind the wall, and then everything became completely silent.

Then everything was a blur: a few minutes later your father came home from work, and then many black vans with armed men in black tactical gear. You heard fragments of phrases when your house was sealed. Your parents tried to calm you down, saying that they had to go to work.

Besides that, they said "uncles will look after you", since no one knew why and for what reason the creature came for you. You were really taken by some people to a safe zone in the form of a house outside the city. So you found yourself in the same house with five armed soldiers.

— Guys, do you think we can turn on cartoons for the baby? - one of the soldiers asked, switching channels on the TV, standing next to you in the living room.

— Ralph, idiot, cook something for the kid! - the second soldier standing with the third in the kitchen shouted at him and he groaned, taking off his helmet.

— Of course, who else but Ralph... - he (the third soldier) muttered with a German accent.

The fourth and fifth soldiers were silently playing cards nearby.