The darkness welcomes Riddler with silence and solitude.
Stopped rides and abandoned booths are clustered wherever he looks, the air still smelling faintly of ash from the fire earlier that week.
Riddler may tell himself he won't go in too deep, but once he turns around, that's when he'll see it.
The Nox.
A seahorse, of sorts- the front half is that of a horse but the back is a fish tail, and it balances on the ground with its two front hooves and the pole impaled through its torso. Its tail swishes as it watches Riddler.
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Stopped rides and abandoned booths are clustered wherever he looks, the air still smelling faintly of ash from the fire earlier that week.
Riddler may tell himself he won't go in too deep, but once he turns around, that's when he'll see it.
The Nox.
A seahorse, of sorts- the front half is that of a horse but the back is a fish tail, and it balances on the ground with its two front hooves and the pole impaled through its torso. Its tail swishes as it watches Riddler.
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eve-ning.