Invocation

Elena thought the show was over. It was only intermission

The carnival never truly dies.

Elena Blackwood thought she had escaped the nightmare of Carnival Nocturna. She thought the whispers would fade, that the blood-soaked stage would crumble with the dawn. But evil never loosens its grip; it waits, patient, hungry.

Now, the whispers return. They claw at the edges of her mind, promising answers buried in her family's cursed legacy. Torn letters speak of forbidden rites. Shadows stir in the corners of familiar rooms. And when the invocation begins, the boundary between the living and the damned shatters.

Summoned by her bloodline, the carnival is not merely remembered, it is reborn. Its performers are waiting. Its ringmaster is watching. And this time, Elena is not just the audience. She is the offering.

Step inside Invocation. The show must go on.