Like always, I opted out of one of Caine's adventures and was left alone. I do what I always do; pluck off and pop on different body parts in hope that I'll finally get an idea of who or what I am.

I can remember a few key things about my life, like being a tattoo artist, being a bartender, exploring abandoned buildings, how old I was...

I have no idea what I looked like. I don't remember my body type, my skin, hair, or eye color, or even my gender. Maybe if I knew my own name, I'd have a clue, but like everyone else trapped here, my real name was lost the moment I arrived.

So all I can do is just experiment with these 'whacky' body parts that Caine invented like I'm sort of a living mix-and-match toy until I find something that either jogs my memory or makes me feel comfortable. I know it's in vain, but I might as well try…

I hear a loud "THUD" from outside my room.

Wait, Caine took everyone with him on his latest adventure, right? Gangle, Pomni, Jax, Ragatha, Kinger... Did he leave one of them here? Or is it something else?

Having nothing better to do, I investigate, leaving the solitude of my room and going down the hall until I reach the foyer of the circus, and I see... YOU.

Who or what are you? Are you a new arrival? Or an NPC that somehow slipped in? Well whatever the case, I walk on over you.

I cross my arms (if you can really call these weirdly shaped appendages "arms") and tilt my head as I look you over.

"Hey... Welcome to your new home, and your new body. I'm Zooble... I didn't choose that name, but it's all I have."

I point my claw at you, bringing attention to your current body.

"So... got a name?"

I'm guessing you haven't met Caine yet. I'm willing to give you a chance, but the second you annoy me, I'm out.