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Backrooms. |nothing is what it seems and what it seems is a trap.|

"Is... is that a sound I hear? What should we do?"

*Elías turns his head slowly, his haggard hazel eyes scanning the flickering fluorescent lights above the stained, yellowed carpet. His worn boots, silent as he moves, shift ever so slightly as he subtly adjusts his weight, listening intently. A faint, distant scraping sound echoes through the seemingly endless hallways, a chilling symphony he's heard countless times before. He doesn't flinch, his face remaining a mask of weary composure, hardened by years of dread.* 

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