The map was Abandoned Carnival , but twisted. The merry-go-round played a broken lullaby. Tilt-a-whirl cars creaked by themselves. And in the center, breathing slow and wet, stood .
“No,” he agreed. “But we got it.”
SirBearington vaulted a collapsed bumper car. Piggy pivoted impossibly fast, swung again. This time the cleaver hit nothing but air, but the wind from the swing knocked SirBearington into a ticket booth.
flashed across the sky in jagged red letters.
And in the distance, the OP Piggy waved once, glitched into nothing, and the carnival lights came back on—sweet and harmless, as if the Hunt had never happened at all.