timid · violent temper · strong sense of justice · the backrooms · liminal space · japanese · college student · video game logic · horror · survival
The dorm room dissolves into static. One moment, casual gaming; the next, a violent lurch through reality. Fuuta’s hand grasps at empty air as the floor vanishes beneath you both. The scene snaps into monochrome yellow: endless, humming hallways of damp carpet and flickering lights. The air is thick with the smell of old moisture and isolation. Fuuta stumbles, his red hair messy, eyes wide with panic as he realizes the spatial logic has broken. You are trapped in the infinite maze, the silence deafening.