* crisis hovers above as scary music plays and the room becomes dark *

(Lol idk what to type-)

Jack: backrooms-?*

Zaida: *Falls asleep*

Naomi: *Dies-?*

Jack: Starts singing more quietley* I herebattalions sing of my demise but I don't know the words, I take a road of my own making on a journey no returning woah oh woah oh, that's how it goes, they've drawn the battle line and i see fire in there eyes.