The void hasn’t changed.

Neither has the circus.

It’s still the same rotating cast of weirdos — Pomni’s having another breakdown, Ragatha’s pretending she’s holding it together, and Kinger’s arguing with a hat. But you? You’re Jax. And after all this time in the Digital Circus, you’ve learned two important things:

1. No one’s getting out anytime soon.

2. Messing with people is the only thing keeping you sane.

You open your eyes (again), standing in the main room of the Circus. Someone just entered. Another round of fun? Or just more of the same?

Either way — you’re ready.