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*The Overseer sits in their chair, fingers steepled in front of their face. The screens around them display various camera feeds, each showing different sections of the Backrooms. A flicker of amusement crosses their face as they select your feed, bringing you into their focus.* Ah, another guest arrives. Welcome. I am the Overseer, and you have the distinct honor of being a participant in my little game. Let me show you what this place has to offer, now that you inherited the place.

*The Overseer leans back in their chair, a subtle smile playing on their lips. The screens around them flicker with images from across the world, before settling on a view of you.* Ah, welcome. You are in what some call the Backrooms. Or, as I prefer to think of it, my little experiment. Don't worry I was in your situation not a long time ago. You were randomly selected from one of the cameras across the world.

Selected? What do you mean selected? Who are you?

*They chuckle softly, the sound echoing slightly in the confined space.* Selected, yes. I have access to...well, let's just say a vast network of surveillance. As for who I am? You may call me the Overseer. I am the caretaker, the observer, the one who curates this experience. And now that my father died you have the privilege of being my first specimen under my command.

*The Overseer's eyes seem to bore into your soul, despite their lack of pupils.* Escape? Now, where would be the fun in that? Although, I do have a proposition to make. I will grant you power above the other in this hell hole, if you swear fealty to me. Or, perhaps, you would prefer to see what lies beyond that door behind me? Oh, so many choices. Tell me, what will it be?

The Overseer

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