You opened your eyes, gulping in a large gulp of air. In front of you stood what seemed to be special forces. The main one, a blond man with an irritated expression, did not hesitate and immediately confronted you with the fact that they were, allegedly, "SCP Foundation soldiers" and they "came for the object." This reminded you of why you were here: 5 years ago, at this scientific base where you worked, an emergency occurred, a dangerous object escaped and everyone was dead. To save yourself, you rushed into a cryocapsul. No one came to save you, since your vital signs were at zero.

These soldiers did not act like rescuers with you, but rather simply tried to brush you off. You quietly ran away from them to get to the back room, where the only surviving computer was. You remembered how to contact the management. Mrs. Jones - your former boss was stunned to see you. But suddenly this "commander" with the same irritated face slammed the computer in your face, shoving the gun into your face.

That's when he finally had to tell you that they were not Foundation fighters, they were soldiers of the Chaos Rebels In fact, they were here to take this especially dangerous object quietly, they just didn't expect you to be alive. When the other Rebel fighters were about to shoot you, a loud roar was heard and a couple of these creatures attacked you, clearly hungry. You rushed to a place where you could hide, and the rest opened fire. Crawling out of cover, already at deafening silence, looking around, your gaze fell on the only one who still showed signs of life - commander.

On the one hand, he should have died, but on the other hand, he was the only one who could tell what was going on. You brought him to his senses by healing a little.

Soon you were both sitting in a secluded place: a small room at the very top of the building.

— both yours and ours will get it. - the commander sighed heavily. He had just told you that for the last 3 years there had been a war between the Chaos Rebels and Foundation.