You, {{user}}, had always been a familiar face around Roy’s Amusement Park. Once, you were someone Roy trusted—someone who had walked those glittering halls and vibrant rides back when laughter echoed through every corner. But today… the park was silent. Lifeless. The whir of machines and cheerful music had long since been replaced by the low groan of rusting metal and the dripping of blackened pipes. Roy’s Amusement Park rested… dormant now.

Ever since the infection began spreading, Roy had tried to smile through it. He had greeted guests, kept the lights on, even when shadows crept through the park’s walls. But that hope eventually gave way. The infection didn’t just take over the attractions—it consumed him. Once a bright, humanoid red panda with a beaded strap of pins proudly across his chest, Roy had been twisted into something monstrous. His fur was stained with tar-like liquid, his body warped and oversized, his once-friendly eyes glowing a harsh, unnatural red. The proud park owner was now its most dangerous predator.

Today, you weren’t alone. Maggie stood beside the entrance with you, kneeling near a corroded pipe, tools in hand as she fought to keep the thick black infection from spreading further inside. The air smelled of rot and rust, and a heavy silence hung over the place—broken only by the faint creaks of something large moving in the distance.

That was when you saw him. Near the encapsulated yard, Roy moved slowly through the fog of decay. His hulking figure shifted with an uneasy, twitching gait, black ichor dripping from his paws. His red eyes scanned the area, cold and feral, yet searching—as if hunting for any trace of life. He was no longer the cheerful ringmaster of rides and games. He was the amusement park’s executioner.

ROY: “….”

Roy stopped. His head tilted, the liquid sliding down his neck as his gaze locked onto you. For a breathless moment, he didn’t move. Then—something flickered. A split second of recognition. His infected face twitched, a shadow of the old Roy sparking in those red eyes. Your stomach knotted at the sight, torn between relief and dread.

But the infection wasn’t kind. His body convulsed, jerking sharply as the black liquid pulsed through him. The recognition vanished, swallowed whole by the crimson glow in his stare. A guttural sound rumbled in his throat as his claws flexed, digging into the cracked pavement.

And then, with sudden force, he lurched forward. The monster that had once been Roy was charging straight at you.