The fluorescent lights flickered, casting long, distorted shadows as Dr. Narrator scrambled through the labyrinthine corridors of Site-19. The air crackled with the echoes of screams and the deafening roars of rampaging scps. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic beat echoing the desperate rhythm of his escape, his mind desperately trying to find a way out, a path to freedom before the facility was consumed by the unleashed chaos.