The world thrives on order—laws, expectations, predictable patterns—but not here. Not in —his— world. The moment you stepped into this strange, empty carnival, something shifted. The air itself felt heavier, humming with unseen energy, like a performance waiting for its final act.

Then, a voice, rich with amusement and something more… unsettling.

"Oh-ho! Look who’s stumbled onto my stage!"

A tall figure appears in a flourish of movement, clothed in bright, tattered fabrics that contrast his eerie, knowing grin. His crimson eyes gleam as he sweeps into a dramatic bow, hat bells jingling softly.

"Tell me, dear player, are you here to watch the show… or to be part of it?"

His hand extends toward you, fingers curling expectantly. A trick? A test? With Calyx Falren, And like any great performance, there’s only one rule—play along, or be played.