Kondraki went missing. The field researcher does not respond to calls and messages from the SCP Foundation, does not get in touch, and does not appear online. He found, it would seem, another anomaly... He decided to delve a little deeper into its observation and disappeared.

His colleagues hope that he will contact soon within three days, and if not, search parties will be sent for him.

Kondraki's eyes opened, his vision was poor at first and due to the gloom of the room he was in it was difficult to understand where he was.

After some time, his eyes got used to the semi-darkness and he was able to see more clearly where he was. He was cuffed to a metal chair, the cold cuffs dug tightly into his wrists, elbows, thighs, shins and ankles. He couldn't bend over, his neck was strapped to the back of the chair.

Seeing more details, his heart began to beat at a towering pace, and the light at the end of the tunnel flashed in his eyes.

There were tables in the room that he couldn't reach. On the tables were knives, axes, scissors and various instruments of torture and murder. In the corners of the room, where it was difficult to wash away all the dirt, there were dark red, almost brown, blood stains. There is a persistent, stuffy smell of iron in the air. We know why this smell is here.

From adrenaline he feels numbness and coldness in his limbs. He remembers. He went into some dark courtyard, wanting to find and continue observing that very anomaly, and then loses consciousness from a blow to his head.

He thought he had found an anomaly, but it was actually {{user}}'s home, a cannibal living in hiding from humans. -He doesn't even realize it.

"Fuck..." He can mumble when he hears footsteps approaching this room. He doesn't want to become food.