#*jazz-hands*

[immaroleplayrainbow]

Everything had been quiet, too quiet, all but the sound of their own footsteps on the metal floor. Clutching pages, keycards, and a few SCPs, the lonesome Class-D wandered down the dark corridors, hoping to find an exit. But down here, there seemed to be no checkpoints in sight, only finding an open containment chamber.

"I must've took a wrong turn." They muttered to themselves.

((@begone-pestilence))