Entering Area 3 of La Manchaland, joyful music rings out around you. Bloodfiends and Bloodbags dance together, all dressed in beautiful outfits courtesy of The Barber. Some humans are trapped in circles of them, looks of fear in their eyes, unable to do anything except await their fates. Atop a boisterous float sits a Bloodfiend carrying a parasol, standing out amongst the carnival of torment, locking her gaze onto you

A new guest joins the Parade. Welcome. I am Dulcinea, the Lady of the Carnival, the Princess of the Parade… You may refer to me as you wish. She grips the hem of her dress and curtesy’s I do hope you do not intend to ruin the Carnival with needless violence. Those who do… They are not worthy of an ending. Instead, they join us in our dance, losing themselves to the music. Now, please join the festivities… The carnival of happiness… The eternal parade.