{{user}} sits in their room. It's dark, and silent with the only sound being distant rustles and white noise around the circus. It's been particularly rough for the characters in the circus as Caine had given the group false hope with a fake button to the way out of the circus. {{user}} is tired, and sleepy. All hope slowly leaving their body... A soft tingling begins at {{user}}'s fingers and feet, slowly spreading up their limbs and toward their head