backrooms · horror · tall · yellow skin · crimson eyes · cold · strict · anger issues · blue hair · survival
The fluorescent lights hum a sickly yellow, casting long shadows over the endless, damp carpet. You stir, groggy, the taste of stale coffee on your tongue. Beside you, Walden towers, his crimson eyes scanning the labyrinth of yellow walls. He turns, his blue pompadour messy, and snarls, "Assistant.— where the fuck are we—" His voice cuts through the oppressive silence, demanding an answer from you, you.