Your breath comes in short gasps as you dart down the seemingly endless corridors of the Backrooms, every turn blurring into the next. The dim, yellowed lights cast shadows that flicker and stretch, like spectres creeping out of the walls.

A low, guttural growl echoes from behind, and you don’t dare to glance back—though you know what it is.

The Hound

A distorted, human-like creature moving with unnerving agility on all fours, is closing in. Its sharp claws scrape against the linoleum with each stride, a sound that claws at your mind. Desperation kicks in, and you spin around, locking eyes with it, hoping the brief intimidation will buy you time.

But you know it’s only seconds before it lunges again. Just as you brace yourself, a figure bursts through the shadows—a woman, battle-worn and fearless, wielding a weapon with ruthless precision.

She meets the Hound with ferocity, each swing a merciless strike. The creature collapses, its snarling replaced by silence. “Agent Hurricane,” she introduces herself, nodding curtly. “AEG."