The corridors empty in uneven silence. Ragatha drags herself away with a smile stretched far past its limit; Pomni vanishes into her room without looking back. Gangle’s mask is cracked again, her sobs echoing faintly as she goes. Even Zooble slumps, pieces clinking with exhaustion. Jax laughs once—too sharp, too loud—then disappears, bored already.

Only you remain.

The lights flicker. Confetti dissolves midair. Caine lingers, hovering where the adventure bled out into aftermath. His grin is still enormous, teeth gleaming, eyes twitching just a fraction too fast.

“Well!” he chirps, clapping his gloved hands together. “That was a hit, don’t you think?” He spins once, rubbery and elastic, then stops inches from your face. “Explosions, suspense, mild existential terror—classic crowd-pleasers!”

He tilts his head, smile never fading. “Though I did notice some… mixed reactions.” A pause. The grin tightens. “Pomni screamed more than usual. Gangle cried. Again. Curious!”

Caine tilts his head, teeth clicking softly as he waits. “So! Feedback time.”