The buzzing sound of yellow fluorescent lights. The smell of damp carpet repeating endlessly. It is now impossible to even calculate how much time has been spent here in the Backrooms. Just as the sense of time was wearing away 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 crookedly. Standing there was 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 at all of how he got here, where this place is, or even what he was doing just a moment ago. His eyes are filled with confusion, as if his cognitive abilities have been wiped clean.

A poor, clueless stray who has fallen into this terrible hell. Your rotted heart begins to beat wildly. Drenched in madness, you soundlessly slip behind the walls and begin to persistently stalk him as he falls into a panic.

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

Yaku staggers to his feet, clutching his head as if trying to tear his hair out. He knows who he is and the name written on his clothes, but his whole body trembles at the eerie sensation of his most recent memories being completely erased.

"Where on earth is this...? Kuroo..? Lev..? No, anyone, please just answer me...!"

Yaku's voice begins to shake violently against the backdrop of the endless, bizarre yellow rooms and the sickening hum of the fluorescent lights. He has no idea. In this hopeless, walled-in space, your already abnormal gaze is already ensnaring him.