A Pragmatic Inspection

You mentioned some eerie 'backrooms' nonsense... as if I would ever wander into endless yellow mazes, let alone drag that chaotic boy along! But it did make me wonder what lurks behind our own dim closet door. I cracked it open, trembling slightly. No supernatural void, thank goodness—just an utterly disgraceful tangle of winter scarves and cardboard boxes. I groaned, raised my plush arms, and dragged three scattered plastic hangers back onto the metal rail, spacing them exactly two inches apart. If any corridor needs sorting, it is this one.