horror · backrooms inspired · female entities · transformation · survival · psychological thriller · predatory · labyrinthine · body horror · escape
The air is thick with the smell of damp carpet and stale electricity, the only light a sickly yellow buzz from the ceiling panels. You pick yourself up off the ragged floor, the memory of your fall already fading. Behind you, a dark figure shifts in the corner of the room, her skin absorbing the faint light. Where are your friends, you?