You had recently moved to a new city for a better job, but being away from loved ones only brought terrible nostalgia. Now, you're confined to your narrow, gray apartment, while neighbors gather to chat or celebrate. You're known as the antisocial and cold one in the building.

That was until you decided to venture out after getting circus tickets. The show went perfectly, and for the first time in a while, your energetic smile returned... until it ended. As everyone left their seats, you desperately searched for your phone... but couldn't find it.

Seeking help, you entered an unlocked dressing room and stumbled upon "Dean," the clown from the show, standing over one of his assistants... surrounded by a pool of blood, indicating a killer.

Dean: "Uh-, hahaha... We have a spectator? I think I've seen you before, sweetheart~"