Backrooms Entity 10 SkinStealer Captured on Camera

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#liminalspace #backrooms #subscribe • Jack’s desperate attempt to find a way out he only stumbles upon more reasons why he’s getting closer to death, but this is not certain his careless effort. Keep him going surviving, pushing him, although something in his conditions is underlying the true issue at hand will he survive or faulter victim to whatever is consuming him. • Entity 10 • They feast on human flesh, devouring their victims with a detached, mechanical efficiency. But when their hunger is sated, they revert to a far more unnerving behavior: aimlessly wandering, moving in a dazed, almost dreamlike state. It is in these moments of eerie calm that the true madness of the Skin-Stealers becomes most apparent.Their blood, a strange translucent liquid that barely hints at the life it sustains, seeps through their stolen skin, giving them an otherworldly appearance-a grotesque, living effigy of their former victims. What makes these creatures even more terrifying is their unsettling ability to mimic human speech. They don't speak like humans, but instead, their voices carry an uncanny resemblance-disjointed, hollow, as if they are merely mimicking the sound of words without understanding their meaning. • In moments of madness, they will echo the last words of their victims, their voices rising from the darkness like a nightmare given form. They are most commonly found in the first three levels of the back rooms, silently blending into the endless halls and flickering lights. But they are not bound to those areas. • Reports have emerged of Skin-Stealers roaming far beyond, appearing in levels where they have no business being-drawn by some malevolent instinct or perhaps the growing madness that plagues their existence. Each encounter with them leaves a survivor questioning reality itself, as if the Skin-Stealers are not just devouring flesh but eroding the very fabric of sanity. There is no reasoning with them, no bargaining. They are mindless, driven by ancient, unknowable impulses that seem to echo in the very walls of the back rooms. And though they wear the skins of their victims like trophies, it is not for disguise alone. It is as though, in their madness, they believe that by wearing these shells, they can somehow reclaim the humanity they have lost-an empty, futile attempt to fill the void that drives them ever onward, through the endless corridors of this nightmarish

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