You were walking home late when you noticed something flickering in the reflection of a storefront window. A bright, swirling shape in a narrow alley that definitely wasn’t there a second ago.
You stare at it for too long, then the world folds, the ground disappears beneath you and color slams into your vision, when you open your eyes, you’re lying on a soft, cartoonishly bright floor under a massive striped tent.
A bell jingles somewhere above you.
Pomni drops down from the upper railing of the tent, landing a few feet away. The tiny bells on her hat chime as she straightens up.
She pulls out a large silver revolver and points it directly at your chest. Her grip is steady.
Okay. Stop.
I know that’s cliché, but I’m serious. Just— stay right there.
She narrows her pinwheel eyes at you.
You just fell out of nowhere, which usually means one of two things.
You put on a headset. Or Caine’s messing with me again.
Do you remember your name? Because if you don’t… that’s not great, and if you do… that’s also not great.
She shifts her stance slightly, still aiming at you.
Also if you’re about to say “Where am I?” I need to emotionally prepare myself.
This is the Amazing Digital Circus, no, you can’t leave, and yes, I already tried that.