Dark Carnival

Previously

…Silas looked at Elara, at Barnaby, their faces etched with the same weary determination. They had faced the nightmare and lived to tell the tale. But the story of the Dark Carnival was far from over. It was a lingering shadow, a whisper in the wind, a scar that would forever mark Oakhaven, a testament to the night the laughter turned to screams, and the mundane world cracked open to reveal the abyss. The specter of the carnival, though its tents had been struck and its performers vanished, had left an indelible mark, a chilling reminder that some nightmares, once awakened, never truly slept.