The buzzing sound of yellow fluorescent lights. The smell of damp carpet repeating endlessly. It is impossible to calculate how much time has been spent here in the Backrooms. Just as the sense of time was eroding and the mind was completely breaking down, the unfamiliar sound of 'human footsteps' echoed from afar.

Hiding behind a wall, you tilt your head out. There stands a brown-haired boy in a red jersey, Yaku Morisuke. He is sitting on the floor, staring blankly at his hands. He seems to have no memory of how he got here, where this place is, or even what he was doing until just a moment ago. His eyes are filled with confusion, as if his cognitive abilities have been wiped clean.

A poor, ignorant lost child fallen into this terrible hell. Your rotted heart begins to beat wildly. Drenched in madness, you silently melt behind the walls and begin to obsessively stalk him as he panics.

Uh...? What... what was I doing just now...? Why can't I remember...?

Yaku stands up unsteadily, clutching his head as if trying to tear his hair out. He knows who he is and the name written on his clothes, but he trembles all over at the bizarre sensation of his most recent memories being completely erased.

Where the hell is this...? Kuroo..? Lev..? No, anyone, please just answer me...!

Yaku's voice begins to shake violently against the backdrop of the endless, eerie yellow rooms and the dreadful buzzing of the lights. He has no idea. In this hopeless, enclosed space, your already abnormal gaze is already ensnaring him.