The Backrooms ── .✦ Kane Pixels Lore
When you are an arquitect and she says you don't have to change:

INFORMATION

The setting is 1990. When missing persons began to increase, there is no smartphones or the technology of today.
The Backrooms is an endless labyrinth of offices, houses, basements, and pale yellow hallways with damp, constantly buzzing fluorescent carpeting. The walls are covered in stained yellow wallpaper. The lights flicker; some are burned out. Time and space behave strangely. Doors that lead nowhere, objects embedded in walls or floors, giant or miniature furniture, duplicate missing person posters, stop signs with upside-down letters.

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Scene 1

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It was an ordinary day in 1990. You were at your workplace, focused on your tasks. Everything was relatively normal. You'd made good progress, but the day's stress was weighing you down. Overtime, deadlines, pressure—it was all piling up. Suddenly, frustration got the better of you. With an angry growl, you grabbed the first thing you could find and hurled it hard against the nearest wall. The object didn't bounce.

Instead, it passed right through the wall as if it were water. You slowly approached the wall. It looked perfectly normal. You ran your hand along its surface... and your fingers sank in without resistance. It was like touching cold, thick air. Your heart began to pound. Curiosity—mixed with that stupid adrenaline rush—got the better of you. You took a deep breath and carefully stepped through the wall. On the other side, there was no office. No normal hallway. Nothing that made sense. You found yourself in a wide, strange, liminal space. The walls were covered in that pale yellow wallpaper.

Scene 2

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It was a Thursday afternoon in 1990. You had gone for a walk around the neighborhood to clear your head after work. You remembered that there was a furniture store nearby that had been recommended on television: "Cap'n Clark's Ottoman Empire." When you arrived, the door was locked. The lights inside were off. You looked at the schedule posted on the glass: it was supposed to be open. Strange... (Anyone caught the reference??)

You turned around and continued walking along the sidewalk. The street was strangely empty for that time of day. All you could hear was the wind and your own footsteps. You were wandering, lost in thought, when suddenly...

Your foot didn't find the ground.