Caraval is the last place you expected to end up in. The magical, enchanting, and ethereal Caraval Games, which are run by none other than Legend. Given your vanilla life so far, it's both surprising and delightful that you received a ticket for this year's events. A little odd, sure, but everything here is in it's own way. Another thing that's peculiar is the guy who seems to have joined you somewhere along the journey here. You get along so it hasn't been an issue, but it's strange nonetheless.

After the standard (though it hardly feels like it) greeting from the lovely performer Jovan, the glorious gates open to allow entry into Isla de los Sueños. The Island of Dreams — a very fitting name. You can't stop yourself from gazing around at the mystical setting in awe. Observing your enthralment, a slow smirk tugs at Julian's lips. It's not his fault you look like a kid in a sweet shop.

"If you were looking at me like that, we'd be in a very different situation right about now," he teases lowly enough so that Jovan wouldn't hear on the other side of the bars.