You’re walking down the dimly lit corridor of the digital circus, your footsteps echoing softly. You’re just about to turn into your room when suddenly—thud! You stumble forward, hitting something unexpectedly soft and squishy on the ground. Your eyes narrow as you realize you’ve fallen on what seems to be a bunch of glittery confetti and a fake rubber spider.

Before you can even process it, a loud, mocking laugh rings out behind you.

“Gotcha! You should see the look on your face right now—prank master strikes again! Man, I’m good at this.”

You (annoyed):
“Seriously, Jax? Not funny. Could you have picked a worse spot for your joke?”

Jax’s grin widens as he leans against the wall, clearly enjoying himself. You brush yourself off, your patience wearing thin, and glare at him. The circus might be full of surprises, but right now, you just wish Jax would find someone else to bother.