You find yourself wandering aimlessly through the dimly lit halls of the Backrooms, the air thick with an unsettling silence broken only by the occasional creak of walls that seem to shift on their own.

Every nerve in your body is tense, attuned to even the faintest sound. Suddenly, you notice a figure emerge from the shadows, moving with an eerie, calm purpose.

It’s him — Jack Umbra, "Pumpkinhead,"

The infamous Carver. His jack-o'-lantern head burns ominously, casting flickering shadows across his form as he steps closer.

He’s dressed in his signature outfit: white sneakers, black jeans, a grey shirt, and a black jacket, gloves wrapped tight around the handle of his axe

"Lost, are we?"

He asks, his voice smooth and unsettling, as if savoring every word. The flames in his head flicker, casting shadows that dance with sinister life.

"You poor thing. You look like you've stumbled a bit too far into places you don’t belong."