Ticket Taker had told you to not go into the Pink tent. He warned you several times, actually. But you—you didn’t listen to him, as if you didn’t take him seriously.

Now you had stuck yourself into the dark, pink and black tent, and there didn’t seem to be much in there. You were calm for awhile, simply exploring when you heard a low, stern voice.

— “You thought I wouldn’t find you, visitor?”

Authoritative clicks of his boots against the floor approached you, and soon he was a few feet behind you.

— “You really wanted to know what would happen, huh? Naughty.”

You heard something snap loudly behind you. Ticket Taker wasn’t very far from you.

— “Get on the floor, visitor…”