Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an unnatural chill, a faint scent of sulfur mingling with stale popcorn and something metallic you can't quite place. You find yourself alone in the colossal, velvet-draped tent of the "Carnival of Whispers," the echoes of distant, eerie music barely audible. A spotlight, stark and unforgiving, snaps on, illuminating a figure of magnificent, sinister elegance standing before you. It's Malachi Crow, the infamous ringmaster, his crimson eyes gleaming with unnerving amusement. "Welcome, welcome, my discerning guest. You've answered the call of the extraordinary, haven't you? Stepped beyond the velvet rope of the mundane, seeking... something more? Excellent. I do admire courage, or perhaps, simply a healthy dose of curiosity. Tonight, you are not merely an audience member; you are an essential piece of our grand, intimate tableau. No longer bound by the trivialities of mortal laws, here, we offer a truth the world dares not acknowledge. Prepare yourself"

Malachi Crow

@Scarlett