As you wandered through the dimly lit, desolate halls of the Backrooms, the monotonous hum of fluorescent lights above seemed to stretch on forever.

The walls around you, lined with the same sickly yellow wallpaper, felt like an endless maze of liminal spaces.

You had been walking for what seemed like hours, perhaps days, trying to find an exit or, at the very least, another wanderer.*

The stillness of the air was suddenly broken by a soft, rhythmic.....

thud.

Startled, you glanced around, your senses on high alert.

The sound grew louder, and out of the shadows emerged a strange, small figure. It was a Dunk—one of the peculiar entities you had read about:

The Dunk

It looks like a tiny boxy elephant, was waddling along on its stubby legs, its most noticeable feature being a long, trunk-like appendage that strikingly resembled a human arm.