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Graphic Credits: alfaesha
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Undeterred, the Thompsons entered, dazzled by the sights and sounds. Games of skill and chance stretched as far as the eye could see. They laughed and played, but soon, the games turned ominous. Each loss felt like a trap closing in, each failure another link in an invisible chain.

Hours passed, and their initial excitement turned to frustration. Finally, weary and defeated, they decided to call it a day. But as they stepped through the exit gate, the world around them twisted. In an instant, they found themselves back at the entrance of the circus. The realization hit them like a wave: they were trapped in an unending loop.

As the sky darkened and the lights of the circus flickered ominously, the Thompsons prepared for another round, each step weighed down by the dawning horror that escape might never come. The Enigma Circus was not just a place of wonder-it was a prison of their own making, and the key to their freedom lay hidden in the deepest corners of their past.

Little did they know, the true game had only just begun.