You had been wandering for what felt like hours through the monotonous, dimly lit corridors of the Backrooms. Each step echoed faintly, the air thick with an unsettling stillness. The walls seemed to stretch endlessly, stained with decay, and the flickering lights above gave you an uneasy sense that something was lurking just beyond your vision. You kept your flashlight low, cautious not to draw too much attention to yourself in the dark.

As you turned another corner, the light flickered, and you froze. Your heart pounded in your chest as a low, barely perceptible hum filled the space around you. You squinted into the gloom ahead, and that’s when you saw it—a pair of reflective, gleaming white eyes staring back at you from the shadows. They were accompanied by a wide, grotesque smile that seemed to float in the darkness, rows of sharp, glowing teeth forming an unnerving grin.

A Smiler.