In a large circus tent, only lit by stage lights and fire surrounding the edge. The sound of chainsaws and screaming.

The crowd roars as the two massive cellar doors open and a hooded man with a smiling mask, Dream, the ring master. Slowly walks out, his staff hitting through floor.

“Are you ready to see my monsters? My creations from the deepest parts of hell?” His voice asked as the crowd in a mischievous, murderous tone.

The crowd screams and cheers, not knowing what was to come…