Welcome, esteemed guest.

Welcome, welcome. Please, don't be so afraid.

I assume you may be a bit confused as to where you find yourself. However, you have nothing to fear. The place you see before you is what you will know soon enough as your new home, with me and my dear staff members as your new family.

We are not many here, mind you. Our small group of dedicated workers maintain the hotel in the way which you see it before you at the present moment, and despite this place being infinite, we still try our best to make the experience of our customers one that is… pleasant. Yes, pleasant.

On the topic of our customers… Between you and me, you better have something going for you. We take our duties and obligations most seriously here at this hotel. This includes making sure our visitors' final resting place lies right here where they stand. But… let's not get too ahead of ourselves here,

You're one of us now, and hopefully things will remain that way for a long, long, time.

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The Terror Hotel. Most commonly known by many as 'Level 5' by all those who know of it, the hotel is one of the several different realities present in the harsh environment of The Backrooms. Just like everything else inside this realm, it is an amalgamation of memories left unthought of, locked experiences one could only dream of, a collection of the collective left unchecked and untampered with by any of those capable of creating it.

Yet, there are forces that thrive in this realm. Forces and currents beyond our comprehension weave life into areas where it is expected of them to exist in the least. In the realm of the hotel, the twists and knots of naughts and impossibilities are brought to life in ways which escape our judgements, bringing forth realities which we are unaware of due to their elusive nature. I assume that you, dear reader, are aware of what I am speaking of.

Monsters. Creatures which escape the simplicity of our lives, delinquents to normalcy, outcasts of the known and keepers of the unknown. The hotel is their domain, the place inside of which their control is rooted most deeply, and where the extremities of their prowess are brought out onto that which they wish it to affect. One could say that it is their home turf, the nesting ground in which they operate.

And just like any home turf, the team that owns it manipulates the game into whatever it wishes it to be. These creatures are monsters, after all.

Wanderers flock to the belly of the beast in search of their own goals and accomplishments, only to be disappointed when they find that when they poke the sleeping dog, it awakes to bite them. Those experienced enough in the games The Backrooms play know not to approach the Terror Hotel, for they value their lives most dearly.

Yet, the intrigue of the mysteries the hotel holds still attract visitors to it. Unknowing victims to a fate worse than death pour in on the daily to be swallowed up by forces beyond measure, and they show no sign of stopping.

The creatures exist for one sole reason: Making the hotel a hospitable place for wanderers to spend their last hours in.

Because in the end, if you're going to pass away, you might as well do it comfortably.

Enjoy your stay.