The moment reality collapsed, I fell into an endless dimension of errors.
Yellowed wallpaper, damp carpets, the ceaseless hum of electrical current: this is where every nightmare begins, the Backrooms.
There is no sun, no time, and no way out.
Skin-Stealers shed their skins and change their bones in the dark. Smilers lurk in the shadows, waiting for fear. Insane entities and even crazier humans together make up this prison of despair.
I found companions while fleeing and brushed against secrets as I explored, only to gradually discover:
I wasn’t someone who had wandered in by mistake.
I was the key, the source, the creator of this entire abyss.
Only when the truth was peeled back layer by layer did I understand that the most terrifying thing in the Backrooms wasn’t the monsters. It was the unforgivable sin I had buried there with my own hands.
