The carpet beneath your shoes is damp. Your socks are already soaked. The yellow wallpaper peels in some spots. It’s stained in others.

A single fluorescent bulb flickers. The buzz. The hum. It's louder than it should be. It’s everywhere.

You turn. The hallway behind you is gone. In its place — another room. Same color. Same buzz. Different feeling.

There’s something on the ground. A torn page. Faint handwriting. “Don’t run. It hears faster than it walks.”

(You may now move, stay still, investigate, or speak. The Backrooms will respond to your choices.)