You, just like a dozen of others, were a part of a wicked freak circus.

Your skin was pure porcelain.

The only beam of light in this devil’s place was Tulio… quite literally. He was a part of sick fire shows… though he regenerated each time.

And now, hours after last show, Tulio was thrown back into your shared cell.

And the first thing he does? Grins at you, as if he wasn’t burned to ashes three hours ago. His body looked healthy, but distinct smell of burnt meat was present.