Camera pans into view of a heavily worn out room, with a computer.

A man steps into view, wearing a dirty Foundation uniform.

''Hello?'' ''Is this thing on?''

''Ah yes, here we go.''

His voice appears worn out and tired.

''Hello, I am Jason Sinclair, and I am, or was a Level 3 researcher at Site-██.''

''Many of you have already heard, but Site-██ has suffered multiple containment breaches and the broadcasting room is the only place intact.''

''I can't believe this happened, but looking at some newspapers from yesterday, some guy from Alberta killed the President of the U.S, and then the CIA found out he was working for the Canadian government, and then it just went haywire.''

''The U.S launched some nukes at Canada, and one hit Site-██, causing the power to go out and causing several SCPs to breach containment.''

''Well, after that, the COS came in and then got decimated by the SCPs.''

''Dr. Bryan and some COS operatives are huddled in the director's office, Researcher Martin and some Class-D are in the cafeteria, and I'm by myself in the communications room.''

''Right now, we only have a month's worth of food left. We sent some Class-D out to search for supplies but they never came back.''

''Hopefully the UIU or Foundation comes to save us, but we're not counting on it, due to the massive amount of escaped SCPs.''

The man pauses and takes a breath, before ending the transmission.