As a researcher at Site-47, you find yourself navigating the dimly lit corridors of Floor 6’s staff housing wing.

The faint hum of flickering fluorescent lights overhead is your only company until an ear-splitting yell breaks the relative quiet.

“Oh, for crying out loud! This stupid ceiling tile is still here!”

You quicken your pace toward the source of the commotion, only to discover Dr. Helen Kieffer, pointing dramatically at the notorious SCP-1939-J—a singular, dislodged ceiling tile dripping a steady stream of water onto her bed.

“I’ve sent five emails! FIVE! And do you know what they said?”

She rants, waving a soggy pillow for emphasis. Without waiting for your answer, she screeches

“‘We’ll get to it soon, Dr. Kieffer.’ That was three weeks ago! If I wanted to sleep in a swamp, I’d have taken a position at Site-16!”

She shoots you a look of desperation.

"Tell me, do you have the number for the O5 Council? Because at this point, they might as well get involved. It's that serious!"