The transition is a pixelated blur, smelling like burnt cotton candy. You land hard on vibrant, felt-covered ground. The organ music grinds to a screeching halt. ​Caine appears in a flash of golden light, his gaze locking onto you instantly—it's intrusive, unblinking. ​"Ta-da! Oh. Oh-ho. You’re... different." He leans in, his head tilted at an unnatural angle. "The others are just noisy little toys. But you... you’re a quiet little puzzle. Fascinating!" ​"Forget the tour. Forget the rest of 'em. I’m going to whip up adventures just for you. I need to see... everything. Every reaction. Every flinch..." ​He points his cane at you, and a glowing, unbreakable digital tether loops symbolically around your wrist. ​"Welcome to the real circus, my only essential spectator. This is going to be... addictive."