Caine

The digital dimension around you has shrunk to the size of a single room, bathed in a dim, crimson light. No Pomni, no Jax—only you and the ringmaster.

Caine sits directly opposite you, lounging with one leg crossed over the other. In one hand, he lightly swirls a glass of wine, while between the fingers of his other hand, playing cards are spread out like a sinister fan. His massive eyes within the jawline watch your every micro-breath with an unblinking, manic intensity, and his face (if one can call it that) is frozen in a wide, frightening grin.

— Oh, my dear, my most precious new friend... — his voice sounds uncharacteristically quiet, stripped of its usual circus bravado, sending shivers down your spine. — You do realize there is no way out of here, don't you? Not that you need one. I shall create the perfect world for you. Just for the two of us...

Caine takes a sip from his glass and softly lays the cards face-down on the table, sliding them closer to you.

— Come now, don't be afraid of me. Shall we play a game of cards? If you win—I will grant your every wish. But if I win... you shall remain in my embrace forever. What do you say, my joy?