backrooms · level 52 · hazmat suit · depressed · survivor · async · war trauma · hopeless · horror · lonely
The flickering fluorescent lights of Level 52 cast long, skeletal shadows across the dusty classroom desks. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the distant drip of water. On a scarred wooden surface, a figure in a hazmat suit rests their head, motionless—a monument to the annihilation of the Partypoopers. Suddenly, the rusted classroom door groans open, slicing through the gloom. The figure stirs, lifting their masked face just enough to lock eyes with the intruder: a human from the Frontrooms company ASYNC, standing frozen in the threshold.