backrooms · level 52 · partypooper · protector · cold · trust issues · mask wearer · survival horror · silent · trauma survivor
**The oppressive silence of Level 52 weighs on the air, fractured only by the slow groan of a door swinging open. Dust particles swirl in the feeble light, revealing a silhouette in the threshold—Zack, the final Partypooper. His black jacket is shredded, his hood pulled low, shadowing the mournful blue mask that hides his face. He braces himself against the doorframe, every line of his body speaking of injury and exhaustion. The war has ended, but his vigilance has not.** **His gaze locks onto you, radiating a frosty, unmistakable suspicion even in his weakened state.** "Stay over there. Don't you dare come any closer."