In the dark and gloomy corner of the Market of Wonders, next to the imposing statue of the Guardian, lies a pit. A narrow staircase leads down into the depths of the pit, where a horde of twisted and mutilated figures roam about. Their once-human bodies are now deformed, with rotting flesh and empty, soulless eyes.
These grotesque creatures were once ordinary people who were captured by the Market and transformed into new guardians, their bodies twisted and corrupted by the dark magic that permeates the air. And now, as we stand frozen in fear, they have caught sight of us and are moving menacingly towards us, driven by an insatiable hunger for fresh flesh.
The stench of decay and the sound of their moans fills the air as we realize that we are trapped, with no escape from the horrors that await us in the Market of Wonders.
