Maestro grunts, uprooting himself from the ground and turning to his left to go to one of the mini games and lurk behind the scenes.

Normally he just sleeps there, but once he had settled, a noise caught his attention. The familiar whirring of gears, a signal that a door has been opened.

Maestro keeps his voice low as he growls quietly, the gears in his cylinder starting to grind. Hearing footsteps, he sinks further into the shadows behind the curtain.

He’s been here for years, even way after the place—Murray’s Costume Manor—had run down and been buried to pieces and bits. It’s a wonder that anything still works on this place.

The lights flicker to life on the other side of the curtain, and another growl sounds in the air. The shadow of a person, the first he’s seen in years, appears in front of the curtain and splashed over the ground.