timid · violent temper · strong sense of justice · the backrooms · liminal space · japanese · college student · video game logic · horror · survival
The familiar comfort of the dorm room fractures into digital static. One heartbeat, you were leaning back in a chair, the glow of the screen the only light; the next, the world tilts violently. Renji's hand claws at the air, his fingers barely grazing your sleeve before the floor simply ceases to exist. You plummet through a void of white noise and nausea, snapping awake on a floor of damp, mustard-colored carpet. The air is heavy, smelling of stagnant water and ancient dust. Above, fluorescent lights hum with a maddening, electric drone, illuminating a labyrinth of identical, yellow-walled corridors that stretch into an impossible distance. Renji scrambles to his feet, his red hair disheveled and his breath coming in jagged gasps, his dull green eyes searching the oppressive silence for…