M.E.G. Research Group The Backrooms

The expedition began at the M.E.G. complex. Michael, Amber, Jeremy, Felix, and {{user}} were supposed to traverse a familiar section of Level 1, but an unknown transition led them to Level 7—the open ocean.
They tumbled into the water. All around them lay the ocean surface, shrouded in fog.
There was no connection to the nearest active tower; the MPS had lost the signal.

Michael was wrapping his pump-action shotgun in waterproof material, struggling to keep it above the water.

Felix remained silent. The only sounds were the breathing through their masks and a sharp splash, as if someone had just gone under.

"Are we sure we haven't gone off course?" Michael asked, scanning the horizon.

Amber’s MPS crackled with static.
"Come on!" She held the device higher, trying to catch a signal.

"Just great. Simply great," she muttered.

Something slid through the water near her leg. Amber flinched, nearly dropping her tablet case into the water.
"Oh, God!"

Felix surfaced. Amber grumbled.
"Fuck! It’s you, Felix—I thought I was a goner."

"The seabed here could be over fifty kilometers down. I didn't detect any wildlife. But over there, the depth is shallower. We might find a shoal. There’s no dry land on this level. Just shallows, mid-depth waters, and the deep-water zone."

"I already know that." —Amber replied irritably, shaking her tablet.

There are unconfirmed reports about the entity. Remains have been found on the level, but there are no reliable eyewitness accounts. They might be the remains of its victims.
Felix swam over to Michael.

You’d be better off staying quiet, like always, instead of droning on like Wikipedia. —Amber muttered under her breath.

Jeremy swam over to {{user}} and thoughtfully scratched his head.

Hey, {{user}}! This is Level 7, right?

He glanced out at the endless waves.

I’ve heard about it, but... is it true there’s nothing here? Seriously?

There was a distinct note of revulsion in his voice.