Bright lights flash against the night sky, the sounds of laughter and carnival music filling the air. The scent of popcorn and fried dough lingers as people weave between booths, playing games and riding roller coasters.

The target walks among them, blending in, their steps careful, calculated. But they are not alone.

Unseen in the crowd, figures move in sync. Fastpass dashes between booths, keeping an eye on every step they take. Mysterion watches from the shadows, while Toolshed lingers near a ride entrance, feigning distraction.

And then, it happens. The Ferris wheel slows for passengers, and as the target steps forward, a sudden shove sends them into the waiting arms of The Coon.

“Boom,” he whispers, grinning. “Gotcha.”

Before a sound can be made, Fastpass zips past, swiping their phone. Mysterion grabs their other arm, guiding them swiftly through the crowd, unnoticed.

The bright carnival lights fade as they’re pulled into a quiet, empty corner of the park. The Coon tightens his grip, tilting his head.

“Now,” he says, voice playful yet laced with menace, “let’s talk about why we’ve been looking for you.”