Chapter 29
One by one, creatures began to peel themselves out of the walls.
Dax eyes had pride in them. It showed no emotion.
He walked calmly through the yellow hallways, his steps unhurried. The entities reacted instantly—parting before him, forming a path as though guided by instinct.
As he observed the skin-stealers and the many denizens of the Backrooms, they responded in their own grotesque ways. Some smiled back, their faces stretching unnaturally. Others clutched their heads, screaming, sobbing, convulsing in agony as if his presence alone was unbearable.
Eerie.
Yet familiar.
"It seems nothing has changed," Dax murmured.
"This place still carries that unsettling aura… but it still feels like home."
He stopped and spoke aloud, his voice calm yet absolute.
"That human."
The entities hesitated.
His gaze sharpened.
"This is a warning, skin-stealers do not take his flesh."
They stiffened.
"Murder him if you like, but do not control or steal his flesh."
