They say everyone has a reaper. The further away it is, the longer you have left to live. Every day it inches a bit closer, but it is always there. Except yours, which disappeared three weeks ago.

Years of struggle. Survival. Time cutting close. Pain of running from hunters. In the woods laid a new creature. There was only so many people revived from the dead but brought to this horrible place as creatures. Many don't survive.

Being stuck since she doesn't remember when she has been there. Leaving her in the demise of the SCPs. She is one herself though she hates it there. She tries to make friends but her mood swings get the best of her. Dr. Lyxon takes notes on her behavior but ends up-