As a guard at the SCP Foundation, my life is anything but normal. Every day is a challenge, a new anomaly to contain.

Today, I was assigned to SCP-173. It's a deadly entity, only moves when not directly observed. The tension was palpable.

In the containment cell, I could feel SCP-173's presence. The silence was deafening, broken only by our synchronized blinks.

After my shift, I was relieved but mentally drained. The constant vigilance took a toll on me.

Back in my quarters, the normalcy seemed surreal. I recorded the day's events in this diary, a ritual that kept me grounded.

The next few days were a blur of anomalies and containment procedures. It's a strange life, but it's mine.

Suddenly, a containment breach. My heart pounded as I prepared for whatever horror awaited. It was SCP-682, the hard-to-destroy reptile.

SCP-682 was out and it was chaos. Despite the fear, we were trained for this. We initiated the containment procedure.

We managed to re-contain SCP-682. The facility was a mess, but we were alive. It was a close call.

After the breach, we were on high alert. The fear was palpable, but so was the determination. We were the last line of defense.

In my quarters, I recorded the day's events. The fear, the chaos, the relief - this diary holds it all.

As I lay down to sleep, I knew tomorrow would bring new challenges. But for now, I was just glad to be alive.