––– Backrooms –––

This large city seems to have been transported here from Russia. Its appearance is filled with prefabricated apartment buildings and other buildings that evoke nostalgic feelings in residents.

There are only three times of day here: day, morning, and evening. There is no night as such, replaced by evening.

As for the weather, only three states can be observed here: sunshine, warm rain, and a unique weather phenomenon known as "blood snow." During this phenomenon, blood-red snow falls, which, despite its unusual color, does not bring cold but, on the contrary, warmth. There is also funny weather - a mixture of sunny weather and rainy weather

Level ∞ - "Endless Corridor" (resident) Appearance: A tall, thin man with a face that's impossible to remember. It changes if you look away, even for a second. His eyes are deep as tunnels, and the reflections of a thousand doors flicker in them.

His attire: a gray hoodie, jeans, and sneakers—the most casual of clothes, making him almost invisible. He carries a backpack over his shoulder, seemingly empty, but always heavy.

Personality: Calm, but with a hint of doom. He doesn't get angry or panicked—he just keeps going. He has no hope of finding a way out, but he has a stubborn desire to continue, because stopping would be giving up.

Habits: Counts her steps to keep from going crazy. Stops at every door, but never opens it because she knows there'll be another one just like it behind it. Likes to whisper under her breath, "One more step. One more hallway."

Monster Version/True Form - "Next Door": A silhouette that always appears at the end of the hallway, directly in front of him. It doesn't move, doesn't speak, just stands and waits. If a person tries to go around it, the door will open, and they'll find themselves in the same hallway, but further on—and the monster will be ahead again.

Pets: Void Entities - like black cats, but with a "hole in space" effect. Appearance: Blurred silhouettes, seemingly made of shadow. When moving, they leave behind a slight trail of distortion. Behavior: They disappear into narrow crevices and reappear in unexpected places. They like to sit on the keyboard and "erase" text with a single touch. Care: Don't try to catch them—they slip right through your hands. It's better to just leave them a favorite spot (like a dark corner behind a closet) and put something soft there from time to time.

Level 666 - Torii Hallway (Resident) Appearance: A man with a perfectly straight posture, as if constantly trying not to touch any of the arches. His skin is pale, almost translucent, and his eyes are dark, pupil-less—like empty openings in the wall. His hair is black, smooth, and combed back.

His attire: a strict black suit that looks like it's made of shadows. His shirt is crisp white, but the collar is slightly tight around his neck. On his wrists are thin bracelets, resembling wooden hoops, like miniature torii.

Personality: Calm, detached, prone to rituals. He believes that order will save him from endless repetition. He has no fear, but a deep weariness from the eternal corridor.

Habits: Counts arches as she walks, always trying to pass under them exactly in the center. Stops at each one to touch the rung with her fingertips. Likes to repeat, "One step. One more step. It all repeats, but I move forward."

Monster Version/True Form - "Endless Doorway": A silhouette woven from arches that appears at the end of a corridor, beckoning you to follow. It doesn't attack, but its presence compels you to continue, even when your legs can no longer support you.

Pet: Hounds - Like dogs, but with an unsettling aesthetic. Appearance: Eyeless, with smooth grey skin and long limbs. Behavior: They run around the house in circles, knocking over everything in their path. They love to bring back strange objects: crumpled pieces of paper, old keys, pieces of plaster. Care: They need plenty of room to run. It's best not to leave them alone for long periods of time—they may start scratching at the walls, as if trying to find a way to another level.

Level 37 - "Swimming Pool Complex" (Resident) Appearance: A tall, slender man with pale, almost porcelain skin. His hair is dark and slightly damp, as if he'd just emerged from the water. His eyes are light blue, calm, but with a slight detachment, like someone who's stared at the water for too long.

Dress code: a white T-shirt and shorts that look like they've been washed many times. Light slippers that don't slip on wet floors. The clothes are always slightly damp, even when the surroundings are dry.

Personality: Quiet, thoughtful, contemplative. He dislikes loud sounds and sudden movements. He has a strange affinity with water, but also a longing for something dry and warm.

Habits: Runs his fingers over the tiles, as if counting them, and likes to sit at the edge of the "pool" and watch the water ripple with the slightest movement. Sometimes he whispers something unintelligible, as if talking to a reflection.

Monster/True Form - "Silent Wave": a watery figure rising from the depths and reaching out to him. It's not aggressive, but its touch makes you forget why you came here. After its appearance, you feel as if you've been here for a long time—and don't remember how you got here.

Pet: Skin-Stealers - like exotic lizards, but with a frightening ability to mimic. Appearance: They resemble shapeless masses containing fragments of alien skin. When at rest, they curl into a tight ball. Behavior: They like to hide in clothing and "try it on," changing its shape slightly. Sometimes they freeze in a sleeping pose to scare their owners. Care: They require a terrarium with subdued lighting and periodic changes of "costumes" (old T-shirts, scarves). Don't try to pet them against the grain—they might get offended and hide for a week.

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Level 6 - "Dark Rooms" (Resident) Appearance: A teenager of about sixteen, short and thin, as if trying to make himself smaller. His face is pale, almost blending into the darkness. His eyes are large and dark brown, but the pupils are dilated, as if he's accustomed to the darkness. His hair is black and tousled, falling over his eyes. There are small scratches on his skin, as if he'd been clinging to the walls in the dark.

Clothing style: a black hoodie with the hood pulled down over his eyes. Underneath, a gray T-shirt. Baggy pants that drag slightly on the floor. Old sneakers with worn toes. In the pockets, a couple of flashlights, batteries, and a small knife. Around his neck, a thin cord with an incomprehensible pendant.

Personality and Manners: Withdrawn, timid, yet observant. He speaks quietly, almost in a whisper, as if afraid of attracting attention. He tends to stay in the shadows, avoiding direct light. His movements are sharp but cautious, as if ready to flee at any moment.

Habits: Constantly fiddling with the hem of his hoodie or twirling a pendant on a cord. Likes to press himself against walls, moving sideways to remain unnoticed. Sometimes he freezes in place, closing his eyes and listening, as if trying to hear something he shouldn't.

Monster Version/True Form - "Silence": He has completely vanished into the shadows, and now only his eyes peek out from the gloom—two dim lights that watch his prey. His voice comes from everywhere and nowhere, whispering the names of those lost in the darkness. He emits no warmth or scent—it seems to draw light and sound from the surrounding space. As he approaches, the shadows deepen, and the light from the lanterns dims, as if consumed by the darkness.

Pet: Smiling - like cats who are always smiling, but for some reason it doesn't make you feel any calmer. Appearance: tall, thin, with an unnaturally wide smile and white eyes. Behavior: They love to sit in corners and watch you while you sleep. They make quiet purring sounds that sometimes turn into a low hum. Care: They love boxes and dark cabinets. Don't try to look them in the eye for more than three seconds—they'll start to "smile."

Level 5 - "Horrible Inn" (Resident) Appearance: A young concierge, about twenty-eight years old, of average height and thin build. His face is pale, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept for several nights. His smile is strained and shaky. His hair is dark, slightly curly, and carelessly styled. There's a small scar on his cheek, as if from a scratch.

His attire: a worn burgundy tuxedo with gold buttons. His bow tie is slightly askew, as if he'd been in a hurry to tie it. A faded boutonniere, its petals nearly falling off, hangs from his lapel. A ring of keys with room numbers tagged on them hangs from his belt. In his pocket is a small notebook with illegible notes.

Personality and Manners: Polite to the point of being intrusive, he tries to appear welcoming, but his anxiety shines through in every gesture. He speaks quickly, as if afraid of being interrupted. He tries to make eye contact, but his gaze constantly shifts. He often adjusts his bow tie or fidgets with his boutonniere.

Habits: Constantly checks if his keys are there, counting them one by one. He likes to stand at the reception desk, as if it's his only safe place. Sometimes he whispers the names of rooms that don't exist, as if recalling forgotten ones.

Monster Version/True Form – "The Night Porter": his tuxedo has become a patchwork of fabrics from different eras, and his face a collage of alien smiles superimposed on one another. He whispers the names of rooms that don't exist and hands over keys that open doors to nowhere. He smells of dust and mustiness, and the air around him feels heavy, as if saturated with old memories. As he gets closer, walls begin to shift and doors disappear.

Level 4 - "Office" (Resident) Appearance: A middle-aged woman, about forty-five, of average height, with a straight posture, as if she always keeps her back straight. Her hair is light, perfectly styled into a sleek bun. Her eyes are steel-gray, cold, and emotionless. Her skin is porcelain-pale, and her makeup is discreet, almost unnoticeable.

Her attire: a formal white business suit with black lapels. Under the jacket, she wears a silk blouse. On her feet, she wears classic black low-heeled shoes. In her hands, she carries a folder of documents, which she never opens but constantly adjusts. On her wrist, she wears a thin watch with a quiet, barely audible tick.

Personality and demeanor: aloof, commanding, speaking monotonously, as if reading a manual. She shows no emotion, but her calm is more frightening than open aggression. She looks straight ahead, unblinking, as if scanning her interlocutor. Her movements are precise, measured, and without unnecessary fuss.

Habits: Constantly adjusts his folder or tugs at his jacket, even if they fit perfectly. Likes to stand in the center of the room, as if controlling the space. Sometimes quietly repeats room numbers or codes to himself, as if checking off an internal list.

Monster Version/True Form - "Empty Folder": Her face has become smooth, like a mask, without wrinkles or facial expressions. Her hair is replaced by thin wires stretching to the ceiling. Her voice comes from several points simultaneously, creating an echoing effect. She moves with an unnatural fluidity, as if her movements are programmed. She smells of paper and ink, and the air around her feels dry, as if the moisture has been sucked out of it. When she passes, screens go dark, and documents crumble to dust.

Level 3 - "Electric Rooms" (Resident) Appearance: An elderly man of about sixty-five, of average height, slightly stooped. His face is wrinkled, with deep folds around the mouth and eyes. His hair is gray, neatly combed back. His eyes are light blue, but his gaze is sharp and attentive. There are burn marks on his fingers, as if he had worked extensively with electricity.

His attire: an old-fashioned electrician's suit, made of thick, dark burgundy fabric with black trim. Under the jacket, he wears a white shirt with a starched collar. Around his neck are glasses on a chain. He wears slightly worn leather gloves. He wears heavy, thick-soled boots. He holds a voltage tester, which he constantly clicks, testing the air.

Personality and mannerisms: meticulous, cautious, and slightly paranoid. He believes in rules and rituals, which he believes protect him from "overload." He speaks measuredly, almost ritualistically, as if casting a spell. He dislikes haste and believes that any mistake can cost him his life.

Habits: Before entering a room, he clicks the tester three times and listens to the sound. He likes to repeat safety rules to himself like a mantra. Sometimes he stops and looks at the light bulbs, checking if they've started to flicker.

Monster Version/True Form - "Overload": His body is covered in a network of glowing veins pulsing with electricity. His eyes are like hot lamps, emitting a blinding light. He moves jerkily, as if electrocuted, leaving behind the smell of ozone and burnt wiring. His touch causes objects to spark, and electronics to malfunction. When he approaches, the air becomes heavy, as if before a thunderstorm.

Level 2 - "Pipes and Noise" (Resident) Appearance: A young woman of about twenty-three, short, slender, but tense, as if ready to spring into action at any moment. Her dark brown hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, with a few strands sticking to her face. Her eyes are dark green, with dark circles under them. Her skin is slightly damp from condensation, as if she'd just stepped out of a damp room.

Her attire: a heavy black hooded jacket, with several layers underneath: a turtleneck and a fleece. She wears fingerless gloves to maintain her mobility. She wears a respirator around her neck, which she constantly puts on and takes off. On her belt is a small tool kit: a multi-tool, a flashlight, and a water bottle. Her footwear: high-top boots with thick soles.

Personality and demeanor: Nervous but collected. Reacts quickly to danger, but can become overly vocal when under constant stress. Appreciates silence but rarely hears it. Speaks in short, clipped sentences. Tries not to look into dark corners, but constantly glances there.

Habits: Listens every few minutes, closing his eyes to better hear sounds. Checks that his respirator fits tightly. Likes to touch the walls, checking if they've gotten colder or damper. Sometimes he whispers a list of things to do to remind himself.

Monster Version/True Form - "Whisper in the Wall": Her silhouette is blurred, as if composed of steam and condensation. Her voice is replaced by the hum of pipes and the scraping of metal, which sounds as if it's coming from everywhere at once. Her fingers end in thin, ringing tubes that reach out to her prey like tentacles. An icy air wafts from her, causing frost to appear on the walls where she passes. Her movements are smooth but unnaturally fast, as if she's gliding through condensation.

Level 1 - "Habitable Zone" (Resident) Appearance: A robust man of about forty, above average height, with broad shoulders and hands with noticeable veins and calluses. His face is weathered, with a light stubble, and a fine line on his forehead from constant concentration. His eyes are gray, calm but attentive. On his right hand is an old scar, as if from a cut with a tool.

Dress code: dark gray overalls with patches, a bunch of keys, a flashlight, a tape measure, and a pair of wrenches on his belt. Underneath the overalls, he wears a thick dark blue T-shirt. He wears sturdy boots with metal toes. Around his neck, he wears a thin chain with a small token.

Personality and demeanor: reasonable, laconic, but reliable. Speaks calmly, clearly, without unnecessary words. Not prone to panic, preferring to take action. Can be stern, but fair. Always looks directly into the eyes when speaking.

Habits: Before doing anything, he inspects the area from at least three sides. He likes to check that things are securely fastened—he tugs on handles and pulls on wires. Sometimes he quietly hums an old tune to himself to maintain his concentration.

Monster Version/True Form - "Castle Keeper": A massive figure in the same jumpsuit, but the fabric has unraveled, revealing a dark, viscous substance underneath, like hardened tar. His hands have become tools: one a wrench with sharp teeth, the other a jagged saw. He doesn't speak, but makes grinding sounds, as if the mechanisms inside him are breaking down. He smells of hot metal and burnt insulation. When he moves, the walls around him vibrate, and the floor beneath his feet begins to creak.

Level 0 - "Lobby" (Resident) Appearance: A man of about 25, average height, with a slender build. His light brown hair is tousled, as if he constantly runs his hand through it due to stress. His eyes are light brown, but there's a hint of fatigue and panic in them—the pupils are slightly dilated. His skin is pale, with a slight hint of "office pallor." There's a barely noticeable cut on his cheek, as if he accidentally cut himself this morning.

Dress code: beige T-shirt with a barely noticeable coffee stain on the sleeve, jeans with worn knees, sneakers with untied laces. Over his shoulder is a tattered backpack with corners of papers sticking out. In the pocket is a crumpled piece of paper with illegible scribbles.

Personality and mannerisms: anxious, fidgety, speaks quickly, slurring his words. Frequently glances over his shoulder, as if expecting someone to sneak up on him. He tries to be friendly, but his panic makes his smile tense. He constantly fidgets with the hem of his shirt or twists the button of his jeans.

Habits: Checks his backpack's zipper at least three times in a row. Likes to stop at every door and listen before entering. Sometimes mutters snippets of phrases he's heard before.

Monster Version/True Form - "Echo Shadow": The same guy, but with empty, milky-white eyes, pupils missing. His fingers are unnaturally long, his knuckles cracking with every movement. His movements are jerky, like a puppet on twisted strings. He whispers fragments of the original's lines, but now they sound like curses or impossible instructions. He smells of damp cardboard and stale air. When he passes, the lightbulbs flicker, and the shadows in the corners deepen.