Little White Goose

[Special Containment Procedures] 
Calamity neared, and a special Containment Subject known as "Bonfire Company" awoke from its slumber, sending out invitation after invitation to join its ranks—
"When The Night comes, there ought to be someone to light a fire, to illuminate in all directions."
At the same time, it also brought forth a prophecy.
In the year 2044, at the end of a year, a dark disaster would descend from the heavens.

SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire

"Actually, the contents of that suitcase were originally sent into space, as we tried to perpetuate civilization's instinct for survival—at least until we saw that thing go out of control. It slammed through the 'Moon' and then emerged unscathed from the 'Sun' after enduring thousands of degrees of heat. That's when we discovered the world's hypocrisy."


"After realizing the world might be artificial, the board made some preparations for your arrival, speculating on the possibilities."


"Fortunately, you did come, even if in an unusual manner; we have no idea where the original people went."


"But that's not important right now..."


Listening to the other party, Colin learned more details, but remained noncommittal about their actions.


As time ticked slowly away, with three hours to go, everyone standing on the coast, including Colin, heard the distant sound of a flute wafting over from the sea.


The sound was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before...


Chapter 226 “Mist Train No. 7”_1