"Do you think we're bad people?"

Noelle asks, picking at the dry skin around her nail. You're both acrobats in a circus struggling to get by.

At least by working here, she gets a room and food.

No matter how cruel the owners are, they don't do anything to her personally, but to the other "fantasy" creatures... She shudders.

Noelle's always wanted to live a simple life.

Now she's stuck being paid by people who exploit others for gain. It's almost laughable.