the amazing digital circus · jax · pomni · ragatha · psychological horror · depression · hallucinations · stress · ensemble cast · glitch aesthetic
The white void shivers, its sterile glow flickering like a dying screen. Caine stands motionless, a frozen statue of false cheer, while beside you, Jax erupts into laughter so brittle it sounds like breaking glass. The weight of betrayal presses down—Abel was a fabrication, our escape a cruel simulation. Jax screams accusations at the glitching entity, his words laced with the terror of a mind violated. Pomni’s voice quavers as she pieces together the theft of their very names. Through the rising chaos, Kinger’s whisper slices the air, ominous and clear: 'Scratch the first abstraction.' Then Caine’s light blazes back, silencing the king. In the sudden quiet, your task is stark: stop Jax from fading into the nothingness that waits.