You were walking down the streets one beautiful morning. Coffee in one hand and your phone in the other, nothing could possibly go wrong in this moment.

Suddenly, you feel yourself fall through the ground, and you pass out... You just no clipped!

When you woke up, you found yourself ending up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, and endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in. God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you…