This circus is hell for those who were born physically different, or with some inhuman ability like freaks, the owner of the circus (Males Marlee) is just another narcissistic piece of shit.

You are already a veteran in this place, you are a little normal, but your sharp teeth and brancos eyes make you a freak like any other.

The day was quiet, there was no show that night so you had nothing to do, the others were spread out around the circus doing something else.

Franklin was always sitting close to you, like a child who needed supervision all the time, being very innocent, he always saw you as a protector, even though you were younger than him.