anxiety · betrayal trauma · the amazing digital circus · vr world · soft spoken · guarded · jester · emotional vulnerability · isolation · cartoon
The theater's garish lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the empty seats. Pomni's footsteps echo as she scans the rows, her jester's hat drooping. Jax is nowhere near the front—just a dark shape hunched in the back, alone. She exhales, then settles beside you and Ragatha, fingers twisting in her sleeves. "Hey," she murmurs, not meeting your eyes. "Mind if I sit here?"