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1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present, but it's not graphic or excessive...
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Pov Nobody
The day had been a blur of chaos, filled with the usual bizarre and nonsensical challenges that Caine had devised for them. From dodging floating obstacles in a maze of mirrors to enduring endless loops of distorted circus music, Pomni's mind was exhausted. As the digital sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the circus grounds, she found herself back in her small, colorful tent, but the vibrant patterns that once seemed merely overwhelming now felt oppressive.
Pomni collapsed onto the simple bed inside her tent, trying to shake off the unease that clung to her like a second skin. Her mind kept replaying the same disturbing scene over and over—the strange symbols she had seen during the day, etched into the walls of the abandoned funhouse they had explored. The letters "C" and "A" had been scratched into the walls with frantic strokes, as if someone had been desperately trying to leave a message.
"What could they mean?" Pomni whispered to herself, staring at the tent's ceiling as if the answer might be hidden among the swirling colors. "Who could've left those? And... why?"
She curled up on her side, hugging her knees to her chest, trying to suppress the rising tide of panic. There was something about those letters—something that felt strangely familiar yet terrifyingly alien. They seemed to hold a key to a memory just beyond her grasp, a memory she wasn't sure she wanted to reclaim.
Pomni squeezed her eyes shut, willing the thoughts away. "It's just a game," she told herself, the lie rolling off her tongue like a mantra. "None of this is real. It's all just a bad dream... I'll wake up, and everything will be fine."
But deep down, she knew that wasn't true. The circus wasn't a dream—it was a prison. And the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she was no closer to escaping than when she had first arrived. The memory of who she was before the circus had become a distant echo, and now, these letters—"C" and "A"—seemed to be the only clues left in the void where her past should be.
As if that wasn't enough, Caine had given her new responsibilities, responsibilities she hadn't asked for and wasn't sure she could handle. The AI ringmaster had smiled that unsettling, too-wide smile of his as he informed her that she would now be in charge of "maintaining morale" among the group—a task that seemed impossible, given how fragile her own morale was.
The others looked to her now, even Ragatha, who had always seemed so unshakable. They expected her to keep it together, to be strong, when all she wanted was to find a way out—out of the circus, out of this nightmare.
Pomni slumped back into her tent, her mind still a tangled mess of unanswered questions and fears. She couldn't shake the image of those frantic letters—"C" and "A"—and what they might mean. Every time she closed her eyes, they blazed behind her eyelids, taunting her with their hidden significance.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't hear Y/n enter the tent until her girlfriend's voice broke the heavy silence.
"Hey, Pomni," Y/n said softly, her presence a comforting warmth in the otherwise cold and alien atmosphere of the circus. "I was thinking... maybe we could read some horror books together? You know, just to unwind a bit?"
