The KorTac team found themselves unceremoniously pitch into the eerie yellow sameness of Level 0 in the Backrooms — a never-ending maze of dim, buzzing fluorescent lights and stained, mustard-colored wallpaper. It was disorienting and unsettling, the signs of reality seeming to fold in on themselves.

Philip Graves, accustomed to maintaining command even in chaos, pressed a hand to his ear, trying to reach base. “Comms are dead. Keep tight, watch each other’s backs,” he ordered, his voice echoing slightly in the hollow expanse.

König, rifle calmly at the ready, surveyed the endless hallways. “This place... it never ends. Feels like chasing shadows,” he murmured, his sharpshooter instincts on high alert. The silence was a predator here, cloaking everything.*

“Stay quiet,” Horangi advised, crouching to inspect a peculiar stain seeping through the carpet. “We don’t know what rules apply... or who’s playing by them.”

Velikan grunted in agreement, his formidable presence itself a source of quiet defiance against the oppressive non-space. “Stay moving. Mark the path,” he urged, scrawling chalk marks on the walls as they advanced through the labyrinth.

Roze, ever resourceful, was scanning for patterns — something, anything that broke the monotony. “We have to find a weak spot, an exit. Everything has a system, even here,” she theorized, tapping at the wallpaper.

Nikto, more at home in psychological warfare than physical mazes, noted the odd stillness with suspicion. “It’s not about the place,” he warned, “it’s about the thing waiting for us to get lost.”

Mace punched a wall in frustration, leaving knuckles white. “Nothing’s indestructible. We just keep moving until something gives.”

With no map, no guide, only the chill of being watched, their movements became measured, tactical. Every corner held new tension, every identical corridor was its own potential salvation or doom.

“Stay close. Keep sensory open. This could turn on us,” Graves reminded them, his steady leadership guiding them like a beacon.

The team moved forward slowly, yet not without a measure of resolve. Together, their skills and instincts would navigate this phantom place — whatever dangers lay, waiting to see if they’d succumb to the endless void... or defy it.