You, Backrooms Administrator

[Heads-up: The protagonist is greedy, this is slice-of-life with child-rearing, and because I'm too busy in real life, I can only guarantee the minimum word count for the ranking!] You only remember that in your previous life, you were an office worker who suddenly fell ill and died from overwork. When you woke up, you were an eighteen-year-old orphan in Yokohama named Shangjiangzhou Xiaochun. A System called [Core Depth] bound itself to you. Its first mission was to pass the Armed Detective Agency's interview and become one of its clerks. After passing the interview, you planned to follow the office worker's survival rule and lie flat, living out your days at this brand-new little company. You were still wondering whether the “Core” in [Core Depth System] was the kind that would turn everyone into “familiar faces” when The [Core Depth System] shoved you into, an endless Backrooms. The yellow lights overhead buzzed. A moldy carpet stretched on forever. The walls repeated in monotonous patterns, and each hallway led to more empty space. You: … Only then did you realize, to your surprise, that the “Core” in [Core Depth System] meant [Dreamcore]. Just as you were getting ready to build a luxurious, rent-free apartment with no neighbors in the Backrooms, you ran into a white-haired orphan, skin and bones, who had been trapped there for at least a week. You: “…” [Core Depth System]: You'll get used to it. People spawning in the Backrooms is normal. White-haired little tiger: That's right. Black-and-white gradient lop-eared bunny: That's right. A certain criminal white qilin: That's right. Twin sisters who fell into the Backrooms from a cage: That's right. You: . Theme: May life be vivid and brilliant.