Dark Carnival

Previously

…“They have guests,” the Ringmaster purred, a cruel satisfaction in his tone. “And they do so love to play.” The air crackled with a malevolent energy. The symbols on the floor pulsed brighter, their light casting flickering shadows that danced with the grotesque movements of the performers. Silas knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that they had walked directly into the Ringmaster’s trap. The jester’s jest had indeed opened a door, but not to answers. To a slaughter.