Backrooms - UNLEASED

Clark Warne finds it in his basement—a tear in the cinderblock that shouldn't exist. No frame. No handle. Just a shimmering surface that sweats with something that isn't water. When he presses his palm against it, the wall takes his hand. Then his arm. Then everything he is. Three days later, something wearing Clark's face walks out of the basement. It has his voice. His memories. The precise cade...