Every attempt to escape your fate is met with a disorienting game, as Laughing Jack's shape multiplies, appearing from around corners, always one step ahead. Fear becomes a symphony, and you, the wanderer are ensnared within its haunting melody, trapped within the clown's sadistic game. Then he springs forth from the shadows, wearing a broad smile with wicked intentions. That damned 'Pop Goes The Weasel' playing in the background.