It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?---------------- This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!
Meanwhile, at the end of the corridor.
"Hey! There's a sign here!" the Courier shouted, pointing at several plaques on the wall. One of them, in various languages, read "Containment Area" and pointed to the right side of the road.
"Huff, huff— we're finally here." The Locksmith was older and already breathless from the prolonged run.
At this moment, it seemed that the nurse had noticed something, she turned around to look and, with alarm, called out: "Hey? Where's Lin Fan? Why hasn't he caught up?"
Everyone was startled and realized that Lin Fan's figure was absent from the group.
"Not good! Something's happened!" Bai Xiong immediately sensed that something was amiss.
"Should I go back and look??" The Drunkard, seeming to have sobered up, made a not-quite-sensible suggestion.