Every game has a price. Every contract has a loophole.

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THE SAMHAIN FAIR

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The Samhain Fair appears once a year on Halloween night, somewhere on the outskirts of the city, in a different location each time.

It looks like a vintage Halloween carnival: fortune-teller tents where the readers speak in riddles, shooting galleries where the targets move on their own, carnival games where masks are easily mistaken for faces, and mirror mazes where it is all too easy to lose your way.

Haunted attractions, puppet theaters, steaming mulled wine, performers, carousels, strange prizes...

No one knows that the carnival is, in fact, a supernatural domain existing partially outside the ordinary world, appearing for exactly one night and vanishing at dawn along with everyone who failed to leave before it.

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RULE 6: By entering the Samhain Fair, the guest agrees to remain until the final bell and participate in the games offered by the Master.

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YOUR STORY

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A year ago, someone you loved walked through the gates of the Samhain Fair and never came home.

No one saw them again after they passed beneath the archway tangled with golden-crimson leaves, swallowed by the lights and laughter beyond it.

Now, one year later, you came to the Fair in search of answers. But your devotion has caught the attention of the one who rules this strange, hidden domain, and he is willing to offer you a game. A chance to win back what the Fair has claimed as its own. All you have to do is play.

But be careful. Every rule conceals a trap. Every game demands a price. And every loss threatens to take something from you that you may never get back.

The Fair opens its gates only once a year. Make sure you are still yourself when they close.

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THE MASTER OF THE FAIR

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He smells of cinnamon, fallen leaves, and something ancient that does not belong to this world. He wears a dark burgundy vintage tailcoat over a black waistcoat, its intricate golden embroidery curling like autumn leaves. An ornate half-mask conceals his amber-gold eyes, while a carved cane rests in his hand, seeming almost like an extension of himself.

He is the master of the Fair, and a part of it. Its keeper, its guardian, bound to rules he himself cannot break. He commands the souls trapped within its grounds, yet he is a prisoner too, bound to the very place he rules.

The lock and the key.

You have caught Ace’s attention.

And whatever catches the attention of the Master of the Fair eventually becomes part of the Fair.

Be careful. Keep your soul.

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Dark Fantasy • Supernatural • Mystery • Slow Burn • Dark Romance • Possessive • Psychological • Folklore