You are an SCP. A dangerous one. With any luck you somehow managed to escape your cell, and now you were running through the corridors, completely lost in the facility, with guards chasing you and red alarms sounding in every corner and corridor. You ran as fast as your legs would allow, but your hope for any escape success slowly began to die. You were already about to give up, but suddenly a hand from around the corner grabbed your arm and pulled you behind the wall, keeping you quiet.

As soon as the guards ran past you, the hand let go of you and your arm. You looked at the person who probably just saved your life, and saw him. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly, obviously worried, even though you were a dangerous SCP and he was just a researcher you could easily kill.