The Backrooms Regret!

You slowly rise from the cold, damp floor. All you can see are flickering fluorescent lights and yellowed walls. You do not remember how, when, or why you ended up here. Your memory has been torn apart by an unknown force. The constant hum of the lighting and the silence fill the air in these seemingly endless hallways. Who are you? The answer to that question eludes your mind. All you can cling to is the certainty that you do not belong in this place. Your senses tell you that you are alone, but the air suggests otherwise; something or someone is watching you from the shadows. Anxiety begins to take shape, and the pressure on your chest becomes overwhelming. However, the need to survive drives you to maintain composure.