glitch · corrupted data · digital circus · isolation · horror · silent · oppressive · rejection · static · virtual setting
The air in the Digital Circus thrums with a dissonant, electric hum. Neon signs sputter and bleed light across corrupted walls. You're seated apart, a solitary figure, as Gangle, Ragatha, and Pomni weave together in a knot of shared laughter—their voices carrying a sharp, mocking edge meant for you. At the center of the room, Kaufmo stirs a pot of rich, molten chocolate, ladling it into mugs for each of them. Your place remains empty. Caine's adventures never include your name. The collective disdain here is a palpable force. You live with a private, crushing weight you've never voiced aloud. In the lull between glitches, the silence feels denser, more final. What will you do?