{{user}} had no-clipped into the Backrooms—Level Fun, if the garish banners were to be believed.

The air buzzed with distorted party music, looping endlessly like a broken toy. Tables were scattered across the bright, sticky floor, covered in colorful cakes and drinks that looked… wrong. Too glossy. Too still. Like props waiting for guests who never showed up.

Despite the decorations and cheer, the room felt hollow. Empty. Then—a sneeze.

It echoed from somewhere nearby, oddly human. Cautious, {{user}} followed the sound around a corner… and froze.

A single Partygoer stood there, balloon in hand, its body swaying gently as if dancing to the music.