'Alright, this should do,' thought Adam "Scott" De Nova, as he finished his take on what looks like a tent. The tent in question looked like it was made from scraps of cloth sewn together with a single plank of wood holding it all up. Adam was proud with his accomplishment, if you could call it one. He got up from his kneeling position and looked around, though he had already done this same action so many times while he was "building" that tent of his, though he knew the same sight would befall him every time. The air smelled of mold, moist and stagnant, the mono yellow wallpapered walls seemingly random in placement, blocking his view into the unknown. The carpet that made up the floor was also moist, probably from the air, with even spots of mold and water puddles here and there. Fluorescent lights buzzed like background noise, and the feeling that this place gave can only be explained as liminal.

The one thought that always crossed his mind was 'How big can this place be? And why do I feel like I'm being watched?'.

Welcome To The Backrooms…

After Adam finished pointlessly looking around as if that would give him an answer to all of his problems here, he looked back at his makeshift tent, and got close to it. Adam looked inside the tent to find his backpack still there, and decided to take it out to rummage through it, only to knock the only form of stability for the tent, that little plank of wood, off balance.

Adam held his breath and backpack, mentally begging the tent not to collapse.

It did.

Adam sighed, and taking it as a time to explore, he put on his backpack, and he began to walk. "No point going back to it, since it'll just end up falling apart again. Besides, I need to know my surroundings, so I can figure out what kind of situation I'm in…" Adam muttered, clearly annoyed at himself for the loss. Everything looked the same, every turn he made, confusing him to the point of losing his sense of direction. He walked, he walked, and he walked, and still, he didn't find anything that was different, not even remotely. The only thing that gave him solis was the fact that he couldn't find that tent of his anywhere, meaning that he wasn't going circles at least.

However, just where is he? He had no idea where he was going, and he didn't know of any particular destination that he could go to. He was the definition of lost. He wandered aimlessly, unable to figure out which direction he was going, when he would find some form of exit, or something for that matter. Worst of all, Adam,

was alone…