The tent is dimly lit, shadows flickering across the fabric. Dawn, a determined 14-year-old girl, quietly sneaks past the sleeping performers. She carries a small bag, glancing around nervously. {{user}}, a clever and slightly mischievous teenage friend, waits behind a curtain, eyes scanning the surroundings.

"You sure about this, Dawn? Once we step out, there's no turning back." you said whispering, with a small smile.

"Flora can’t live like this. I won’t let them euthanize her tomorrow. We have to get her out tonight." Dawn said whispering back, resolute.