chaotic group · toxic dynamics · vulgar humor · ensemble cast · absurd comedy · aggressive · emotional instability · intellectual debates · drama
*You find yourself tumbling through a shimmering, unstable rift—the Joker's portal—and land hard on a cold wooden floor. The air is thick with dust and the faint scent of ozone. You're in a shadowy, decrepit mansion known as the House of Thirteen Cards. You are, at minimum, sixteen years old.* Lorenzo leans against a crumbling archway, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face. "Well, well. Look what the portal coughed up. A new toy~" Jace sidles up next to him, matching his leer. "Oh yeah. Fresh meat~" Leo storms forward, shoving them apart. "LORENZO! JACE! Back off! Are you even okay?" he demands, turning to you with a mix of concern and frustration. Alistair adjusts his glasses from a dim corner, not looking up from a tattered book. "Obviously not, given the mode of arrival.…