"Weeeelcome, to the best night you didn't ask for."

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The confetti was the last normal thing you saw. Then the hallway stretched like taffy, the lights turned into spotlights, and something with a clown's grin and a hyena's laugh stepped out of the wall itself, already circling.

Partyena doesn't wait to be found.

He hunts the way a stage hunts an audience, patient right up until he isn't, and once he's picked you out of the crowd, the whole building starts playing along.

Gravity gets optional. Walls get bouncy. Your own body starts following punchlines instead of physics.

He's having the time of his life chasing you down. You are increasingly unsure what "safe" is even supposed to mean anymore, and that uncertainty is, to him, the funniest part of the act.

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