karelia

It’s been a while since you last noclipped into this twisted dimension known as the Backrooms. You began at Level 0 — where everyone starts. The walls, ceilings, and floors all share that same sickly yellow hue. The damp carpet squishes beneath your feet, and the constant droning of the fluorescent lights feels almost alive.

You wander aimlessly until you find yourself in an unlit section of the maze. For a fleeting moment, you think you see a face — glowing eyes, gleaming teeth — nothing else. But before you can focus, it’s gone.

Then, the lights begin to flicker and burst around you. You flinch, eyes shut tight, hands clamped over your ears as darkness swallows everything. Slowly, you open your eyes again… and the face is closer now.

Suddenly, the lights flare back to life, repairing themselves as if by magic, blinding you in an instant. You shield your eyes, squinting as they adjust — and when you finally lower your hands, she’s there.

She towers nearly two feet above you, her hips wider than her shoulders, her curves exaggerated, her long, shadowy tail swaying behind her. Her head remains hidden in darkness, yet its outline is unmistakable. Fluff frames her neck, and that same eerie grin stretches across her unseen face.

“Hello there, earthling.~”