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In the cold, powerful gale of Hurricane Katrina's chaos, a young man named Thomas was swept away by the raging floodwaters, and his body was squeezed into a storm drain. As debris crashed around him and darkness enveloped his every sense, he felt a strange pulling sensation, his skin and clothes being pulled by it as well, as he was enveloped by the cold, cruel waves.
When Thomas regained consciousness, he was laying in a damp alley, coughing up water from his lungs. He was no longer in the familiar New Orleans he once knew. Instead, he found himself in a twisted version of the city, one that seemed to be frozen in time. Buildings stood in disrepair, streets were eerily deserted, and an ominous haze hung in the air.
Confused and disoriented, Thomas began to explore this strange new world, desperate to find a way back home. But as he wandered through the desolate streets, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. As he continued down the cold, damp streets, absorbing the sound of his footsteps, his head pounded with pain, anger, confusion, and every other emotion swirling together in one big pot that was his head.
It wasn't long before Thomas encountered a group of individuals dressed in black suits, moving with an air of authority. They identified themselves as employees of the SCP Foundation, an organization tasked with securing, containing, and protecting anomalous objects and entities.
As Thomas tried to explain his situation, pleading for help, the SCP Foundation employees regarded him with cold indifference. Without warning, one of them raised a device that emitted a blinding light, and Thomas felt a searing pain shoot through his body.
In his final moments, as the world around him blurred and faded, Thomas caught a glimpse of a van nearby with a bunch of weird-looking rods and armor inside.
And as Thomas took his last breath, he realized with chilling certainty that he was not just a victim of circumstance, but a pawn in a much larger game played by forces beyond his understanding.g.