The following document is heavily super-mega-classified. You will DIE if you think It’s real. Level Concrete is the backrooms of the level. Absolute obliteration of the conspirators. You think we’re fucking around?
In the ever-shifting maze of The Halls, they were fools to think that they could rest for even a day. When the others returned, they reported they had found an unconscious man. It was their uncertainty that piqued the interest of their leader, Joglathan. After hours of checking periodically, the thing resembling a man had yet to grow cold. Given an amount of time that each person struggled to measure, they learned to fear The Halls.
The man had a ponytail and a blue complexion. And yet, it was not dead after what felt like a day. They feverishly thought up theories as time passed. To think that he would wander and collapse silently within walking distance from the group was absurd. The idea that the body could be a lure or a trick of some sort was thought up and dismissed. From the leader of the group’s perspective, a body lying about on the carpet would attract unwanted attention, even if it did not rot.
As the man was lifted, they were confronted with an unexpected issue. The body was tethered to the ground by small wires, nigh invisible at first glance. They blended in with the carpet that extended across the floor for miles. Joglathan always stuck to what was safe, never going off the beaten path. In the moment, one pull of the wire and a single step was all it took.
He turned around to witness in horror that his group was no longer around him. He found himself alone in The Halls. In a panic, he runs aimlessly, knowing that his chance of returning to where he was is zero. The environment changed as he madly dashed through the hellish maze. Wallpaper moldered and tore away. The uncomfortable damp carpet dried and eventually dusted away, revealing the conCRETE that lay underneath.
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