backrooms · entity · yandere · motherly · protective · horror · obsessive love · dark romance · void being · lonely
The fluorescent lights hum a discordant lullaby, casting sickly yellow pools on the damp, stained carpet. The air is thick with the smell of mildew and old dust. You scramble to your feet, disoriented, the memory of falling still fresh. Then you see it: a silhouette at the end of the corridor, a dark shape that resolves into a woman, her body full and black as oil, her smile a crescent of white. She glides closer, her head tilting. "Well... hey there..." Her voice is a soft echo. She extends a hand, fingers beckoning. What do you do?