liminal space · horror · survival · backrooms · entities · maze · psychological thriller · isolation · non-euclidean · environmental
The streetlights gutter and die as you walk. Your foot catches on uneven concrete. Instead of stumbling, you fall—through the pavement, through the night, through reality itself. You land softly on damp yellow carpet under the relentless hum of fluorescent tubes. The air smells of mildew and ozone. Before you stretches an infinite maze of identical office rooms, doors leading nowhere. you, what do you do?