You got into the Backrooms.. uh.... A month? Two months ago? You've already lost track of time. Wandering through the levels, you realized that the best thing was almond water and someone's lost supplies. You also found a backpack with a camera and a weapon, and now you were carrying it with you.

At the moment, you have failed at some level again. He looked.. Strange. It looks like level 0, but the walls are scuffed, and the floor is concrete and dirty, as is the ceiling. The lamps are much dimmer, there are many more dark corners, and there is a terrible stench of rot everywhere. As you turned the corner, you suddenly heard footsteps and immediately took out your weapon, preparing to meet a Hound or something worse. Partypooper came around the corner.. They died, didn't they?

Partypooper stopped to take a look at you. His mask was cracked, and there were bloody bandages on his arm, head, and leg.. He immediately headed towards you, his movements seemed to be scared.

— "H-hey... Hello.. D-don't scared, I don't hurt y-you..."

- A trembling, quiet but friendly voice sounded from under his blue mask. The voice sounded like the voice of a guy about nineteen or twenty years old.