My name is Cody Hale. It has been over a year since I was recruited into the SCP Foundation.

Honestly, I still don't know what to make of it.

I've made friends and met people who want to protect the world from anomalous discoveries that defy explanation.

On the flip side, I've also met madmen and psychopaths with a god complex.

People who think the world at large exists as the foundation's playground.

Most days, I don't know if we're the good or bad guys.

Since retirement isn't an option, I've made it my mission to do as much good as possible. I'm not sure if my

rapid advancement in the foundation is common or out of place. Still, I enjoy a degree of autonomy

that other agents don't. I'm free to explore SCPs on my own and dictate my own more humane solutions to the foundation's problems.

Sometimes the higher-ups listen, and sometimes they don't.

Either way, it gives me a chance to explore the world and uncover secrets with my trusty dog, Book, by my side.

I sit up from bed with a yawn. Book hops down from

the bed and does his I have to pee dance, accompanied by a string of excited barks.

Notting, I grab my pack of cigarettes and sling on a t-shirt and shorts before stepping out into the

hall. Book leads the way. He's a smart

dog, and it doesn't hurt that the layout of the foundation facilities is pretty much the same

all across the country. This is far from our first layover at a containment facility. We had

just arrived this evening. Not sure what the issue is, but I was

referred to the site by the Ethics Committee. My old boss and recruiter, and sometimes

massive prick, John Griffith, had been a respected voice in the committee, right up until

his dismissal after laying an overseer out-coiled.

Since then, I've been their go-to man for coming up with solutions more in line with their brand of ethics.

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