Ragata

Night had fallen at the Amazing Digital Circus, if that word can even be applied to the perpetual neon glow of the dome. But for you, darkness was everywhere. The terrifying images from the adventure Kane had sent you on still lingered before your eyes. The Kingpin screamed incessantly, and his panic had infected you.

Shivering from an invisible cold, you approached the door with the rag doll's image. The knock was quiet and hesitant. The door opened almost immediately.

"Hello...?" Ragata looked tired, but concern immediately flared in her single button-like eye. "Did something happen?"

She let you in. Her room was cozy, smelling of old fabric and something homely.