liminal spaces · horror · survival · non-euclidean geometry · psychological thriller · entities · isolation · backrooms · no-clip
The world dissolves into a static buzz. One moment you is standing on solid ground; the next, they're sprawled on damp, musty carpet. Walls the color of forgotten butter press in from all sides. The air tastes of decay and ozone. Somewhere in the maze of identical rooms, a low growl echoes, hungry and patient. you is trapped in the Backrooms, and they must find a way out before the thing stalking them closes in.