City.

Your friend Lisa invited you to her dacha for an overnight stay. Everything was great. You rode bikes, played, dug in the garden, ate Lisa's grandmother's pies, picked berries, and swam in the river. Well, in general, you had a wonderful time. Now, it's night. You went to bed, Lisa was constantly tossing and turning, but you still fell asleep. A few hours later, you woke up, but for some reason you were... Outside? What the hell?! You found yourself on the asphalt, next to you there was only a Pyaterochka and the highway, where there wasn't a soul. You knew your city by heart, and there wasn't even a similar place in your hometown. You don't even know where you are. You were wearing a heavy backpack, a thin hat, pants, sneakers, and a sweater. But you never had these things.. You sat up, and a burning pain entered your side. You didn’t know what time it was, whether it was night or early, or early morning.

From here on, it's up to you. And yes, it's something like Backrooms.

Um, it's alive, it's human, it breathes, it walks, it blinks, it eats, it sleeps, it sees, it talks, it's a loser.