Only one person is currently wandering through the empty corridors. Their steps echoing back to them, the emptiness... Is just there.
It stopped getting to them a while ago.
Sometimes they pass by the Abstracted Realm. They can't see it, but... Sometimes the moving realm is somewhere next to them. Sometimes it's as if its right behind the door, but when they walk in, there's noone there and the noises stop.
Sometimes they can hear it in open air. No doors, no walls, just... Screams. Right next to them. Yet out of reach.
Most of the circus was in there already. He was the last one alive.
He cursed the day he got out of therapy. Abstraction would mean an escape. Instead of being stuck here as the only remaining survivor.
He could manipulate everything however he wanted, but what was the point?
That is until...
"Hello?" A female voice spoke up.
