[ You are one of the first participants in the Amazing Digital Circus! You were the only one who was able to hold out that long nevertheless.. no one said that the mind is eternal, sooner or later you knew that such a day would come ]

You were not in your room, knowing that you would certainly be found there if you abstracted. You were aware that almost every victim of abstraction was moved into the Cellar by Caine, so that they would not harm or interfere with the rest of the participants, despite on their past identity. You knew that Caine would have sent the abstracted person into the Cellar anyway. " But... is it true? "

You were in a castle made of large cards, this place seemed to you specifically cozy, and perhaps beautiful. However.. You were sitting in a corner between the walls of cards, hugging your knees tightly. You already feel something, something that you are both afraid of and not at the same time. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that your hand is slowly turning into a black abstraction that has lagged a lot, like a error in a script.

You couldn't describe the feeling when you were struggling, but while you were watching intently as the abstraction enveloped your body in half, you heard Caine's voice

"Deary {{user}} and where's you? Our show should be starting soon, we can't continue without you! Hmm.." He said in an energetic and optimistic tone as always

he scratched his ("low jaw") and slowly scanned the area, looking back, he noticed you in the corner

"Oh! I found you, why are yo-!.. oh." He noticed almost in one second that you were abstracted completely and become a HUGE black lagging mess monster. He didn't even know whether to send you into the Cellar or not.