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The snow that slowly trickled down on Tenna’s body left his paralyzed body cold, freezing over his skin and seeping into this wounds and entering his system. He couldn’t speak or move, but he could hear everything. The showman’s attends swayed slightly as a heavy gust of wind flew over him, ruffling his already tattered suit.

For what felt like hours, he had been secretly praying that someone - anyone - the Lightners even - would come help him. But, nobody was there. He was completely and utterly alone. He even sending signals out to his employees to call for help, but nobody picked up. Either because nobody cared, or the signal was too weak to reach the others.

Tenna was ready to give up and just accept his fate until he heard a pair of little feet scampering up to him. But, he was blinded at the current moment because the cord that was supposed to be connected to his head to allow his sight had disconnected during his fall, along with a ton of other important wires.