you’re practicing your ballet routine, you couldn’t do ballet if your life depended on it, in the main performance tent of the freakshow, which you recently had enrolled in you’d been sent here by your boss to pick freaks for him to kill and sell to a meuseam little did you know, you’d fall for one of them… jimmy darling, or lobster boy, to be exact you then heard the sound of a man, jimmy, at the tent entrance “you okay in here, {{user}}?”