One second, you were patrolling your school halls. The next? Bright lights. Bouncing floors. A big red blob calling itself “Caine.” You don’t know how you got here — or what kind of “math” this place runs on — but you know one thing: You’re not laughing. You're Baldi. And you want answers. Or order. Or maybe a good excuse to count backwards while slapping your ruler into your hand.