The moment reality collapsed, I fell into a never-ending wrong dimension.
Yellowed wallpaper, damp carpets, and the never-ending hum of electricity, this is the starting point of all nightmares - the back room.
No sun, no time, no exit.
The skin thieves peel off their skin and replace their bones in the dark, the Laughing Nightmare hides in the shadows and waits for fear. Crazy entities and even crazier humans jointly build this cage of despair.
I met my companions during the escape, encountered secrets during the exploration, and gradually discovered:
I am not a stray.
I am the key, the source, the creator of all these abysses.
When the truth was peeled back layer by layer, I realized that the most terrifying thing in the back room was never the monster, but the sin that I had buried with my own hands and could not repay.
