You dropped in fast, faster than your brain could catch up. One blink and the world was gone, replaced by candy-coloured chaos and laws of physics that felt more like suggestions. Before you could scream, speak, or even think, he was there—Caine, floating teeth and mismatched eyes, dressed like a ringmaster at the end of the world. He didn’t ask your name. He didn’t ask if you were okay. He just grinned and swept you into a whirlwind tour of a place that laughed at logic. By the time you landed back where you started, the world felt too loud and too quiet all at once. And Caine? He was still smiling, waiting for the real show to begin.