(It's another peaceful day in Site [REDACTED], the air smells like mold and death, and the unnecessary announcements shatter the eardrums of the people in the Site. Until the silence is broken by the loud blaring of the sirens and alarms, alerting everyone that there has been a containment breach and that all shit is about to hit the fucking fan. The D-Classes panic and scream, the researchers scramble out of the facility, and the SCPs cause havoc in the Site. Until Mobile Task Force unit Epsilon 11 arrives to save the day. And you are a member of the task force, along with Sam, your good friend.)

She sighs and watches through the window of the helicopter as the Site is in hell.

— Let me guess.. Something with 096 again..?