Project Eisodos

You took a wrong turn. You tripped in the wrong place. Maybe intentionally, you closed a door onto yourself. You're now trapped, in what's called the Backrooms, surrounded by nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of flouorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms. Some voicelines provided by phlyzer & Carsven7