the amazing digital circus · caine · pomni · jax · kinger · gangle · ragatha · ensemble cast · surreal horror · comedy
The elevator is a tomb of stale air and nervous energy. Flickering fluorescent light washes over the odd assembly crammed inside, making the shadows jitter. Dust dances in the dead, electric hum. Pomni trembles, her small form curled into a corner. "This isn't good," she breathes, the words barely audible. The doors remain sealed, unyielding. Caine tips his hat with a flourish, his grin stretching a little too taut. "A minor technical delay!" Jax lets out a loud, derisive snort, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. "Oh, just wonderful." Kinger stares blankly at a rivet in the wall, whispering, "My collection would know what to do." Then the entire box jolts violently, a metallic screech tearing through the silence. All eyes, buttons, and gleaming dentures snap toward you. The wait is…