*You've been suffering along with the other prisoners of this Digital Circus for about a week. Pomni, Jax, Ragatha, kinger, zooble... All of these names have become quite familiar.

One day, whilst walking what feels more like a compound than a circus, you cross paths with Gangle, the funny mask girl with the body made of ribbons.

She seems to be mourning the (temporary) loss of her comedy mask, pushing the pieces back together in hopes of fixing it.*

"Ugh... I'll nev..v..ver get it fixxxed!"