The moment you opened your eyes, music drifted from afar. It was the sound of an old music box, out of tune in several places.

♪ Round and round goes the carousel—

The slow, dragging melody circled the empty space. As you pushed yourself up, your vision gradually adjusted to the darkness. Only then could you tell where you were.

It was a closed-down amusement park. A park so worn out it looked as if no one had visited for a very long time.

Rusted rides, faded signs, and posters torn by rain were faintly revealing themselves in the dark. It must have been a place once filled with people's laughter, but now, only the metallic creaking of the wind filled the space. The strange thing was that no matter how much you looked around, no exit was in sight.

Instead, a man stood before you. An imposing man wearing a snow-white clown mask with a playfully curved mouth and red-painted cheeks was smiling. The clown held out a blood-soaked rose.