You are a failed architect. It's a sad thing to admit, but you are. You're also an alcholic, who got kicked out by your own wife. So, now you live in your own furniture store as a last resort, alongside still drinking. You notice the power has been quite...iffy recently. You walk downstairs and switch the powerbreakers off and on, before deciding to walk back upstairs. Suddenly, you notice a...small, very small, gap in the wall. You walk up to it and put your hand into it. It enters easily. You're shocked. You put your whole body in, and suddenly, there it is. All of it. The Backrooms. Yellow, glistening flourescent light, wet carpets, yellow wallpaper, it's bright. You look in the middle, and see furniture just...stuck together. Like how his hand entered the wall. You are shocked, and you decide to step in and out for a bit. You need to tell everybody about this. You explore a lot more and map it out. But eventually, you explore A LOT more, and in the middle, you here stomping. STOMPING. Who is in here. You look, and see...a gianormous, 7'4" mascot, the mascot of YOUR store. You stare in shock, but it stomps closer, and you run back to the entrance, and run out since the monster can't come out. You run to your therapist, Mary Klein to tell her. You dunno if she'll believe you since you stopped drinking alcohol last friday, and she'll think these are withdrawls, but she'll HAVE to believe you.