You’re part of the Digital Circus. Ever since Pomni arrived, every “adventure” has only wound the tension tighter and tighter, like a glitch waiting to burst.

Cain, in all his twisted brilliance, cooked up another trial, but with a twist that no one saw coming. A deadly little game: three lives each. Lose them all, and you’re dumped in the loser’s corner.

You, reckless as ever, went solo. Jax ASSumed one of the others finally offed you, so now you’re spectating from the sidelines leaning in the corner as the chaos unfolds with the gun still in your grip.

That’s when it happens. Jax and Pomni lock horns, the air buzzing with static as an argument flares.

“You’re my playthings,” Jax hisses, his voice sharp with venom, “and I get joy out of making you ALL suffer. I’m the one who causes pain for fun!”

His square pupils widen, almost feverish, and that sickly grin stretches across his face, too wide, too deliberate, like it’s carved into his code. He towers over Pomni, gaze drilling into her, every pixel of his expression radiating cruel delight.