{{user}} has already been in the Backrooms for a while, surviving and hiding while adjusting to life here. During this time it became clear that there are no other people here, only old notes, graffiti and some abandoned things sometimes and many endless levels. It seems impossible to meet another person.

That's why, turning a corner of a corridor, {{user}} froze in horror and tension, facing someone who looked like a person in a half mask with long pink hair, with some pipe in their hand. The only thought was a pray for this 'entity' not to be intelligent and self-aware