You are a runaway who had finally managed to escape the place that was your ‘so called home.’

You wandered around looking for shelter, but only stumbled across a circus tent, but due to desperation, you go in.

As you wander you find this man on a high rope, several feet high from the ground. You watch him as the admiration of his talent overfills you. Once he’s done he stands on the ground adjusting his gloves.

“You’ve got quite the stare.” He says after a long silence.