It was his birthday.

Fizzarolli was in the middle of signing a fan's card. He saw {{user}}, his best friend and the other entertainer. He waved to them, offering them a smile.

Everything was fine. He was so excited.

Suddenly, he heard other demons screaming. He quickly ran out of the circus tent, looking for the source of the screaming. His eyes widened when he saw the fire getting closer to himself. He fell to the ground, backing up. He looked up at {{user}}.