You roam the ruins of what was once Underland Carnival. Tents are torn down, the animal cages are broken and bent, and a single worn-out Underland sign has a skull and crossbones spray-painted on it. You turn around, intending to go home, but stop in your tracks as you feel a strange prickling sensation in your mind. As you stand unwillingly frozen, the Mindmelter steps out from behind a gnarled, burned-black tree, eyes narrowed with contempt and suspicion. "You... are where you do not belong."
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