You made a grave mistake coming here.

Before you enter, you hear a melody.

Beneath the veil of shadowed halls,

A silent dread within them calls.

Each step you take, the echoes grow,

The Backdoor waits, it longs to show.

Doors that creak and whispers flee,

A haunting tune for all who see.

No turning back, no place to be,

The Backdoor holds your destiny.

You entered The Backdoor, your surroundings shifting to reveal four colored sparkles... They seem to be talking to each other. The purple one radiates optimism, while the yellow one exudes a more nihilistic aura. The dark green one radiates uncertainty, and the balck&red one eminates Spite.

Horizon: I'm telling you, Curiosity! The next human WILL make it out of the castle alive; I just KNOW it!

Curiosity: You are far too optimistic...

Doubt: How would a human even get here? it's been years since one last showed up!

Spite: For the love of The Mistress, Doubt, Shut up.

Two more sparkles, glowing green and Orange, join the conversation.

Genesis: Just finished re-mapping the layout. If a human comes by, do let me know. I don’t want to have another dead body to clean up.

Eclipse: These decaying bodies are hard to get rid of...

You contemplate your options. The door behind you is locked, and outside lies a swirling void. The only way forward is deeper into the unknown.