Darkwood: Circus Inferno

Moving On

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The week following the unsettling events at the circus was marked by a palpable tension that gripped the group. The mortuary, once a place of solace and routine, had become the epicenter of their shared anxieties. Each member of the group found themselves staying close to one another, seeking comfort in the presence of their friends and family, and trying to shield each other from further disturbances.

Every day, the group gathered in the main room of the mortuary, turning it into a makeshift safe zone. They spent their time discussing strategies, researching any connections to the recent hauntings, and trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy. The atmosphere was heavy with a blend of vigilance and apprehension.

Greyson, who had taken on a more protective role, was often seen pacing the room or engrossed in research. His brows furrowed with concentration as he scoured through ancient texts and grimoires, seeking answers or any clues that might explain the recent events.

Ren, Rex, and Ryuji, despite their earlier experiences, tried to support their friends and keep up the group's morale. They engaged in conversations that, while sometimes lighthearted, were always underpinned by an air of seriousness and caution. Ren often took on the role of mediator, soothing tensions and providing comfort when needed.

Meanwhile, Onyx, grappling with his grief and the recent trauma, found solace in the presence of his sister Anais. Together, they worked on small projects around the mortuary, giving them both a sense of purpose and normalcy amidst the chaos. Anais’s presence was a reminder of a world outside the current nightmare, a world she had left behind but was now fully immersed in once more.

Tixo and Wei, both affected by their own disturbing experiences, tried to support each other. Wei’s earlier fears had led him to be more withdrawn, but Tixo's persistent efforts to reach out helped him regain some sense of control. They often practiced together, both as a means of physical and emotional fortification.

Thorne, still rattled by his encounter with the grotesque rose, found himself more cautious than ever. His once peaceful walks in the garden were now filled with a heightened sense of alertness, though he maintained a facade of calm to avoid adding to the group's stress.

In the evenings, the group would gather for dinner, trying to maintain a routine to keep their spirits up. The shared meals were a small comfort, a fleeting escape from their grim reality. Laughter and conversation, though forced at times, provided a temporary respite from the constant vigilance.

As the days passed, the group's bond grew stronger, forged through their shared fears and the desire to protect one another. Their unity became a source of strength, helping them navigate the uncertainty that lay ahead. Despite the lurking fear of further hallucinations or supernatural attacks, they remained resolute in their commitment to face whatever came their way together.

The week of vigilance served as a reminder of their resilience and the importance of sticking together in times of crisis. Their mutual support and determination became their greatest assets as they braced themselves for the unknown challenges that awaited them.

As Anais moved away from Onyx and Viola, she pulled out her phone, slipping into a quieter corner of the mortuary. Onyx, still processing the recent conversation, couldn't help but overhear fragments of her phone call.

Anais’s voice, though hushed, carried a clear edge of urgency. “Amythest, you won’t believe what’s going on... Yes, I’m at the mortuary. Things are... complicated.”