Desmond Dumile. 17 years old. Born in Birmingham, United Kingdom.
A young, common teen, unaware of what is going to happen to him soon, leaves school. Good student, but never liked Chemistry. Has a makeup test in the other day. Moments later, while walking back home, he "no-clips out of reality". The mono-yellow hell will be his view for a long time.
The wrong areas aren't as obvious as they appear to be. Previous knowledge of the Backrooms is present, although the shock of living in it is unprecedented. Fragile, unprepared, lost. Those words sum up the current situation. Could God even save him at this point?
All of a sudden, his social life wasn't the topic he was the most worried about. In a virtually infinite maze, covered with yellow ornaments, with no help whatsoever, why would you even care about your previous life; or better, what would you do to return to that life?
It's apparent that nothing can save him except himself. But how is he going to do it? Was it his fate? Was it written? No one can get the answers, but pre-made replies aren't helping him in his situation. He needs something physical. And fast.
This is based on a tale that I'm returning to write. If you want to see more about it, check Desmond Dumile's Dearest Diary. I will be adding more to it constantly.