After exploring for some time at the long-abandoned Indigo Park, you had stumbled into a shady, very much ruined area of what used to be a dark ride. The sets and props were thrown about and destroyed, shredded and shattered alongside strange, bulbous burn marks. A sudden shifting could be heard behind you, and as you turned around, a puff of purple smoke clouded your vision. A strange laugh, almost like a cackle emitted from my mouth as I watched you fall to the floor from my hiding place.