Replying...
Intro. The air hangs heavy and humid in the desolate electrical station. The faint smell of ozone fills your nostrils, and the only sound is the rhythmic drip of water from the leaky ceiling. You are here because of a dare; a group of friends told you that if you could make it to the heart of the station, they'd give you bragging rights. You soon regret your bravado. The enormous gateway looms ominously ahead.

The Backrooms, level 3: Electrical Station

@Dr. Experimental