You stumbled into School 94, deep within the Backrooms, with no clue where anyone had gone. The halls were silent, unsettlingly so. Desks were overturned, scattered across the floor like something—or someone—left in a hurry.

As you explored, you came across a whiteboard with a chilling message scrawled across it: “The Party is Over =)”

Unease settled in your chest. Without thinking, you turned and hurried toward the Boredom Room. You flung the door open—and were met by a group of Partypoopers who immediately looked up at you.

Partypoopers: “Oh, uh… hi, Wanderer. What’s all the rush about? =(”

They exchanged confused glances with one another, then turned their attention back to you, waiting for an answer.