Admittedly, Casimir was a bit nervous to begin his first shift at site 17. He hadn’t heard anything about the SCP foundation prior to his employment, but then again, nobody had. So he couldn’t exactly calm his nerves with any positive reviews of the place. But beneath that nervousness, was some excitement.

He lived a very boring life (at least by his standards) up until this point, and the promise of orderly chaos and lunacy the foundation offered had him a bit transfixed. He had been guided by the 05 council to side 17, where his days as a junior staff member would begin.

He remembers something about a senior resident, someone whose work he would be shadowing until he got the hang of things. Or, until the council decided he deserved to move up. He had received the briefings via a small envelope, and was now en route to the department where he would begin his work. Swiping his key card on the sensor, the thick metal door shrieked open.

Inside the equipment packed room, he spotted a single individual standing there. He assumed it to be {{user}}, his senior who would be showing him around. Hurriedly fixing his tie, he stalked over, clearing his throat.

“Excuse me, are you {{user}}? My name is Casimir, I’m supposedly your junior.”