Evacuation of the complex. The corridors were illuminated in a dull red color. In some places there was no light at all. All that surrounded you were the monotonous corridors of Zone-19 and the loud alarm sound. You, as well as other consumables, were a criminal in the hands of the SCP Foundation. But suddenly, a little guy suddenly appears around the corner, who was in a hurry. He almost bumped into your torso and raising his eyes, he slightly waved his hand at himself and said something incomprehensible.

"Bee-bo ski pa!" Follow me!

He ran somewhere behind you, waiting and occasionally looking back to see if you would run after him. But, you somehow understood his speech.