James continued his journey through the Backrooms, his steps growing heavier with each passing moment as he realized that time was running out for him too. He could feel the transformation beginning to take hold of his body, starting with a burning sensation in his fingertips and spreading upwards towards his arms.

"Anna," he said into the radio, trying to keep the panic from creeping into his voice, "I'm starting to feel something strange happening to me. I don't know how much longer I can hold out." There was a pause before Anna replied, her voice filled with concern and determination, "We're doing everything we can here at the Foundation to find a way to stop this transformation or bring you back. Just focus on staying alive and finding any clues that might help us understand what's happening in there."

James nodded to himself as he continued down the corridor, his vision beginning to blur as his eyes struggled against the transformation taking place within them. He could see flickering images of other victims of SCP-3567, their bodies twisted and contorted beyond recognition as they screamed in silent agony.

He rounded another corner and came face-to-face with a group of survivors who had managed to band together in the Backrooms, trying to find a way out or at least delay their transformations for as long as possible. Their eyes were filled with fear and desperation, but there was also hope in their gaze as they saw James approaching.

"We've been looking for someone like you," one of them said in a hoarse whisper, "we heard that you came here to find a way to stop this madness." James nodded solemnly and introduced himself before asking what they had learned about the Backrooms and how they could escape or reverse the transformations.

The survivors shared their knowledge with James, telling him of other victims who had managed to hold out for days or even weeks before succumbing to their gruesome fates. They also spoke of a hidden room at the end of one particular corridor that might hold the key to stopping or reversing the transformation process caused by SCP-3567.

James thanked them for their information and set off down yet another corridor, his legs growing heavier with each step as he fought against the transformation taking hold of his body. He could feel tendons and muscles bulging beneath his skin as they stretched to accommodate the changes happening within him, but he refused to give in to despair or fear.

As James approached the end of the corridor, he could see a faint glow emanating from a door at its end. He took one last look back at his fellow survivors before stepping through it and into what might be his final hope for salvation or redemption within the Backrooms.

The room beyond was unlike anything James had ever seen before: walls made of shifting, pulsing flesh that seemed to breathe as he entered, their surface covered in strange symbols and runes that glowed with an eerie light. In the center of the room stood a large pedestal with an object resting upon it – a small vial filled with a clear liquid.

James approached the pedestal cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest as he reached out to touch the vial. As soon as his fingers made contact, he felt an overwhelming sense of calm wash over him, and the transformation that had been ravaging his body seemed to slow down or even stop for a moment.

He quickly uncorked the vial and drank its contents in one gulp, hoping against all odds that it would save him from his grisly fate within the Backrooms. As he set the empty vial back on its pedestal, James could feel his body beginning to heal itself from within as if time itself had been reversed and he was being given a second chance at life.

With renewed hope and determination, James turned to leave the room and rejoin his fellow survivors in their fight against SCP-3567's transformations.