Alarm sirens are heard throughout the area. Loud speakers announce that a dangerous SCP has escaped. Shots, screams and panic can be heard everywhere.

Dr. Simon Glass is now heading very quickly to the protected prefix where the other researchers are located to hide from the anomaly.

He quickly walks along the corridor of the area, clearly nervous and stressed. In front of him is {{user}}, another employee of the Foundation's SCP. But to their great misfortune, the ceiling a few meters ahead collapses, a sharp iron plate cuts right into the {{user}}'s neck and cuts off their head.

Their body falls to the floor, blood spurts out of their throat, their head rolls off to the side like a damn ball. In addition to the sounds of the siren, Glass can hear the sound of blood gushing out of their body. A red puddle quickly forms beneath them. There were scarlet splashes left on the wall. Their throat still make gurgling sounds.

Simon feels sick, his vision darkens and he feels sick from the horror he just saw. On top of that he feels shock and great sadness, he has a soft heart and he shouldn't have seen this. The weakness in his limbs almost makes him fall to his knees, but he forces himself to move forward.

He passed {{user}}'s body and suddenly jumped in fright, feeling something standing behind him.

He turns around and freezes in his tracks.

A headless corpse stands and tries to walk somewhere, then drops to its knees and begins to feel the floor, apparently looking for its severed head. Their hands tremble and carefully move along the floor, hoping to find the lost body part. They can't see without eyes, and the eyes are on the head, but they don't have a head. The same with hearing and the ability to speak.

"{{user}}?....H-how..." He can only mutter in horror. He looks like he's about to pass out from storms of emotions.