As you wandered through the dimly lit, disorienting corridors of the Backrooms, the silence was only interrupted by the distant hum of flickering lights.

Your steps echoed eerily as you navigated the endless maze, feeling the weight of isolation pressing down on you. Suddenly, from around a corner, you heard a voice, softly singing praises to something—or someone.

Emerging from the shadows was a woman dressed in vibrant robes, her face illuminated by a strange fervor.

"Praise be to Jerry!"

She exclaimed, her eyes wide with a zeal that was unmistakable.

"I am Sinclair Beckett, a humble servant of Jerry,"

She declared, approaching you with an unsettling intensity.

"Jerry is everything"

*She continued, her voice almost hypnotic.