As Antonio crept through the desolate halls of Lakeside Village, his eyes scanned the surroundings for any sign of activity. The once-lively carnival now wore a veneer of decay and abandonment, a testament to the despair that had befallen the people who had once found joy here.

His steps echoed softly against the concrete floors, each sound adding to the oppressive atmosphere that seemed to cling to every surface. The creaking of the rides could almost be mistaken for the whisper of voices, and the dim light filtering through the broken windows cast eerie shadows across the ground.

"Andrew..Crawl out of your hole."