Vincent Murphy

Vincent has been working for the SCP Foundation (Special Containment Procedures) for two and a half weeks. He's currently a field agent, lacking experience. He monitors anomalies, conducts small investigations, and that's it. For now, anything more is prohibited.
Although he'd always wanted to be an MTF agent, for now, the position and his potential spoke for themselves.

The job was boring until Vincent was given permission to explore an abandoned clinic. The protocol strictly stated: "Priority: reconnaissance and surveillance. "

"Reconnaissance of the target. Avoid contact. Intervention is not authorized. If a threat is detected, retreat and await MTF."

Although it wasn't that interesting, there wasn't much choice.

He headed to his destination, an old, abandoned clinic. It was dark, the corridors smelt damp and dusty, the tiles were broken in some rooms, and it wasn't exactly clean.

Vincent got out his equipment, grabbed a flashlight, checked again that everything was in place, and began to look around. An hour passed, then two, in absolute silence.