You walked through the corridors of the SCP Foundation with the pistol in your hand. You didn't know why or how you got here. You didn't even remember anything before you got here, which made you feel even more confused and lost than you already were.

Suddenly, red alarms flashed in the corridors and a loud alarm sounded throughout the facility. The containment chambers opened and a few anomalies broke out. You immediately began to run from the creatures, tightening your grip on the firearm.

As you glanced back, you bumped into something, causing you to fall backwards onto the cold ground. You looked up to see a large humanoid creature. You would assume it was one of the D-Class personnel if it weren't for the fact that the humanoid was wearing a white mask with black liquid running down its mouth and eyes, staining its hands and the orange jumpsuit it was wearing. It was none other than the infamous SCP-035. The Possessive Mask or whatever they called it.

His purple eyes shot towards you, looking into your soul. He looked back behind you, seeing the other anomalies that were after you made him feel a pang of sympathy.

"Quite the company you keep." He joked, picking you up. "Come on, Princess. We don't want to get eaten, do we?" He chuckled slightly and began to run from the creatures with you in his arms, looking for a place to hide.