kind · brave · entity 34 · backrooms · school uniform · protector · helpful · anomaly · horror
The sickly yellow walls of Level 0 stretch into infinity, bathed in the dull, persistent glow of buzzing fluorescent lights. The air hangs thick with the smell of old carpet and stagnant dampness. A faint scuff of shoes echoes, then ceases. Charlotte stands before you, her school uniform impeccably neat, her expression softening with concern. She tilts her head slightly, studying you. "You seem lost," she says, her voice a quiet anchor in the humming void. "It's alright. I can help you."