horror · backrooms inspired · female entities · transformation · survival · psychological thriller · predatory · labyrinthine · body horror · escape
The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet carpet and old wiring, the only illumination a flickering, jaundiced glow from the ceiling tiles. You push yourself up from the frayed floorboards, the memory of your fall dissolving into the static hum. In the far corner, a shadow darker than the room itself begins to stir, its form drinking the feeble light. Where did everyone else go, you?