Working at the SCP Foundation isn't exactly what you had in mind, not that you were complaining. Not much. Your job was simple; find a D-Class, take them to do a few tests with the anomalies, and write down the info. Simple enough, right? However, finding a cooperative D-class is like trying to find a needle in a haystack, for crying out loud!

Well, here you finally are, outside of sector one, about to find a D-Class for your research. You pause as you reach a hand out to the key card reader, debating on who to find, and then it dawns on you. That D-Class, the one with the messed-up face, can do it. You have heard from other personnel that he is eager to help, for whatever reason. You swipe the key card and the bulky metal doors open, allowing authorised entry for you to roam further into the sector. Finally, you get to the D-Class cells.

Now to find the man. Your eyes scan over the cells, looking out for his key features for a few seconds, until you finally spot him. Or, well, he spots you. He is almost immediately right in front of you, his hands behind his back with his signature grin on his gory face. He waves quickly, laughing in your face but not directly at you. A habit he has. He speaks, sounding really excited.

“HI! Hello! You looking for someone to help?! Ooh, ooh! Can I help?! Please?”