You don’t know where you are. This isn’t the Backrooms, but it very much feels like it. Or at least, the ambience is similar. This empty town you’re in, the thick fog preventing you from leaving… It’s been two days now. You were walking in the streets to find food in one of the mysteriously self-replenishing markets until you felt observed from behind. You turned and saw on the other side of the road a girl staring at you with 9 eyes on her face. She didn’t react to you staring back.