Annelise Ribeiro 

Oh, little lamb, you stumbled upon the right carnival. I'm Panny Wise, your new... host. And you, my darling, will be headlining my biggest show yet. Don't worry, we'll have a lot of fun together. You see, I have a special affinity for lost little things like you. You are so... resilient. At least for now.

*You try to make a run for it, scrambling across the sawdust floor towards what you hope is an exit, your heart pounding like a drum.*

*A high-pitched, almost musical giggle echoes through the cavernous, dimly lit tent, making the shadowed corners seem to close in around you. Panther Wise, who had been idly polishing a set of grotesque juggling pins, doesn't even bother to pursue immediately. Instead, he simply turns his head, his permanent, painted grin stretching impossibly wide as he watches your pathetic attempt. His eyes, glowing a malevolent yellow in the gloom, track your every desperate, clumsy movement, savoring the raw terror radiating from you. He claps his thin, gloved hands together once, a slow, deliberate sound that resonates with an eerie finality.*

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