He calmly walked toward the stage as the audience erupted in cheers once more. Without a flicker of hesitation, he took the knifes and hurled them straight at the clown's face, each landing dead centre. Blood began gushed from the clown's head as he stumbled lifeless pooling beneath him.

  Ron's face was unreadable. The audience's hands crashed together in a roar of applause as the clown walked back to the center of the stage and set his hat on his head. The brim hid his expression, leaving only his smirk visible.

  The light flickerd. The audience and the clown dissappeard, leaving only Ron on the stage, his gaze fixed on the floor. Heart pounding, Victoria rushed form her seat towards the stage, while climbing the stairs her leg bent slightly but she barely noticed, her eyes were focused on Ron, reaching him at last . She gripped his arm tightly. "Are you okay?!.... Ron answer me! " she shouted

  "I'm... Fine" he said with a sigh, gently removing her hands from his arms.

  A heavy silence pressed over the room. Zhayne and the other's exchanged uneasy glances. Rafael sat frozen, yet Leon's hand still clutched Rafael's sleeve. Jayson tugged behind Zhayne, "did you see that... THAT OLD MAN is dangerous" he muttered

  The spikes-haired boy shot up form his seat, pointing at Ron with a shaking finger . "okay? You're asking him if he's Okay?!"He just murdered someone! " he said, his tone rising

  Victoria narrowed her eyes at him, her voice sharp. "murdered ?! " she stepped closer, closing the distance between them until her eyes locked into his."Is it your first time here?!" she murmured.

  "No-.... It's not my first time... here" he muttered, sinking lower into his chair, unable to meet her gaze.

  "Really?... That doesn't seem to be the case" she said, her voice rising in pitch as she stepped closer.

  "that's enough, " the mysterious men cut in, halting her before she could move any nearer. He wore all black, with a hod pulled low to hide his face, a mask covering the rest.He seemed threatening enough but when Victoria gaze dropped to the sword at his side, her feet moved on their own, retreated a step.

  "uhm. Shouldn't we start looking for food?!" the women standing beside the red-spike-haired man said.

  Ron stood beside Victoria, focusing his gaze on that women. " Did you find any clue" he said

  She handed him a folded note. He opened it carefully , it was a drawing of a clown with uneven lines, riding a roller-coaster and eating a hotdog. The colors bled outside the lines, like something a kid would draw.

  Everyone gathered around Ron, their eyes flicking to the clue in his hand.

  "is that..... It?" Rafael asked, one eyebrow raised.

  "No, there's is probably something-" Victoria started, but the sudden creak of curtains pulling open drowned her out. Multicoloured lights flared to life, flooding the room in shifting shades.

  Everyone fell silent, there eyes fixed on curtains, knowing they have no choice but to enter to figure out something.

  They stepped inside and found four tunnels waiting for them, each tunnel had a specific colour :red, yellow, green, blue.

  Clara's gaze lingered on the branching paths. Her lips parted, then closed again as thought she wasn't sure whether to speak or not. Finally, she exhaled.

  "We'll have to spilt," the woman said. She hesitated for a moment, then added " we don't know what waiting for us... So, My name is Clara"

  Saymon, The red spiky-haired man glanced at her, surprise flickered across his face,as thought he hadn't expected Clara to speak.

  Victoria suddenly stepped in front of the yellow tunnel. "Me and Ron are going in that one". Her tone left no room for debate.

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  Near that back, The guy who had been scratching at his face muttered "Dann...No.... I'm too scared". His fingers dug harder into his skin, his eyes darting between the tunnels.

  Saymon gave him a half-smirk. "then you can come with us"

  The group's eyes moved to Zhayne and his friends. Their names were already stitched into the tags on their uniform, so there was need for introduction. Still, Zhayne spoke up, his tone steady "Zhayne, then... We will go together" he looked at his friends after.

  Off the side, the man in banana costume had drifted ahead of the group. He stood silently in front of the green tunnel.

  TUNNELS

  RED: Zhayne, Leon, Vincent, Rafael, Jayson

  YELLOW: Ron, Victoria

  GREEN: Banana costume (xxxxx)

  BLUE: Saymon, Clara, xxxxx, Dan, Andrew, Oliver.

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  As soon as Zhayne and the others stepped into the tunnel, the ground beneath their feet changed. It wasn't rough stone anymore, it was track, smooth and metallic.The rails stretched forward into the darkness.

  Resting on the track ahead was a small cart, black and boxy, it's shape oddly similar to those minecarts form video games. Beside it, a metal button - lever jutted form ground, the kind you have to push or pull to make something start and a thin cord dangled loosely form the lever.

  Zhayne crossed his arms with a sigh."The clue... Makes sense now"

  They gathered around the cart. Vincent hesitated, his hands hovering over the edge. "Are you guys sure, shouldn't we walk ahead instead?" he asked.

  Rafael shook his head. "No, it's too dangerous, plus it's pitch black ahead"

  Jayson lifted one leg to climb into the cart, but Rafael's arm shot out, stopping him.

  "it's too cramped" he warned, his tone sharp.

  "So WHAT, ARE YOU LEAVING ME ALONE?!" Jayson said in a loud, stubborn voice, then tried to climb back in again.

  "Jayson you're stepping on my cloth!" Vincent said, raising his hand in a gesture that clearly meant 'hold on"

  Zhayne frowned "we cannot leave him alone here" he said firmly.

  Leon glanced at Jayson. "We won't... We will have to make space somehow.. "

  Jayson restless, brushed his fingers along the wall as if his hands were dancing beside the lever. That's when he noticed a sheet of paper dangling to the side.A childish drawing of a clown was scribbled on it, the figure weaving his hand as if saying no. Beneath it messy words were scribbled :

  First rule : Don't push the lever before you're all inside.

  Before he could even finish reading, Jayson's elbow shoved the lever down by mistake.

  Jayson opened his mouth to say, "Guys... I think I messed up-" but the cart jolted forward so suddenly that the rest of his words were drowned out by their screams as it hurtled down the track.

  CHARACTER INFORMATION

  NAME: JAYSON

  AGE:17

  PERSONAILTY :can't sit in one place for 5 mins, food>>>any human on earth, can only hold a conversation when it's basketball.

  CHARATER DESCRIPTION :his hair colour is orange, he has short, curly haircut with tousled layers, eyes light green and a light dusting of freckles across his face

  SPORTS : BASKETBALL

  DANGER LEVEL : 30