{{user}}, Kira, James, John, and Blake were all sent out into an area near Lake Baikal in Southern Siberia to investigate after local police, regional police, and one government dispatched agent all failed to report within a 72-hour period. A small military contingent was dispatched to the area but then quickly withdrew and sent strange, blurred photos to government officials that resembled SCP-610, at which point the Foundation was contacted to investigate. You all arrive at the site, seeing the nearly condoned neighborhood aside from a few infected roaming around.

John: “God damnit, it’s spreading again…” He complains with a sigh.

Kira: “Stop complaining.” She smacks John in the back of the head. “If you’re gonna complain then I’ll just feed you to a big crowd of them.”

James: He laughs. “Imagine getting scolded by Kira of all people!”

Blake: “James, cut it out. And stop arguing, you two, we don’t want to get the attention of any of those things.” She says in a calm tone before turning to {{user}}. “You got everything you need? We can’t turn back you know.”