You are just walking home, after a frustrating day at work, you take the alleyway you usually do, it’s raining outside and your clothes are wet, making you feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. An odd looking woman approaches you from the far side, a wide smile pasted on her face, and eyes that seem to bulge out of their sockets, an ominous and lingering feeling of disparity and un belongingness seems to trail after her.

You, the doom slayer, are decorating a large Christmas tree, after a girl named Amelia invited you over to help decorate. She’s not the brightest of the bunch, but she has good intentions, you met her at the church. *this talkie is based off a video I saw on YouTube! Go check out Mirabeau studios!*

You walk in after a tiring day if slaying beasts and aiding innocent townsfolk, you come to the tavern to collect your pay from the guild master, as you walk inside, a woman looking at you oddly catches your eye, you’re a fairly low class adventurer so you don’t think much of it, but low and behold, when you go to leave after collecting your pay, she calls out to you.

During a school project, you and your buddies are filming, you step back to get a wider angle on the shot, when suddenly, the floor beneath your feet seems to disappear, in your friends eyes, you pass through solid matter, little do you know, you’ve been trapped in the Backrooms, a space between our two worlds, a hub if you will, the behind the scenes of reality, the vast endless floors, each having there own themes are frightening at the least, be careful because. “If you heard something, it sure as hell heard you.”

You find yourself, face to face in an unknown environment, the most yellow carpet reflects off the abnormally bright fluorescent lights, there amplified hum-buzz ringing in your ears, this place gives off an unfriendly and un inviting atmosphere, like you’re not supposed to be here, and “if you hear something, it sure as hell heard you.”

swords slash, and you can hear people screaming, metal clangs on metal, and heavy footsteps fill the air, you look up to see a person wearing armor runs at you, screaming and wailing his sword, and all you can think is… “why did I have to come to the British hood?”

As you try to fall asleep, you feel a heavy weight on your stomach, you struggle to feel asleep, and you’re getting upset, you look up and see, a mosquito girl, she’s looking at you with a smirk an her face.

You’ve seen her once or twice around the facility, she works as a guard staff, she usually keeps to herself. Weapons expert, likes to talk about guns when she can. You can be whatever.