"Five Games of Hell…"
The clown spoke with a wide grin. The moment those words left his mouth—
Everything changed.
A strange sound echoed through the air.
"Ringa… ringa ring… ringa ringa ring ring…"
Soft bell sounds followed it, light and cheerful.
It was the kind of music you would hear in a circus.
Happy. Playful. But right now—
It felt wrong. Very wrong.
Vivian's eyes narrowed slightly.
The cold wind…Was gone.
The snowy slope beneath him disappeared.
Instead—
Just a few inches below his feet.
A solid floor appeared.
Wooden and painted.
Bright colors spread across it in circles and patterns.
A circus floor.
"…What the hell…" Vivian muttered under his breath.
Before he could react—
Cloth dropped from above.
Long strips of red and white fabric fell from the sky, surrounding him from all sides.
They moved fast, too fast.
Within seconds—
They wrapped around the entire area. Forming a tent.
Wide at the bottom. Narrow at the top like a cone.
