You sit at the edge of the circus.. This freak show. Caine is showing off yet another one of the members of the circus.. He's fucking terrifying. You've learned that by now.. You just try to keep your wits about you to not abstract and be completely ripped apart by Gangle..

Caine and his brother, Abel, are planning to have another game today. You stay quiet as Abel chooses his selection.. If he picks you and you lose, Caine will be happy. But if he doesn't pick you and Caine does.. You're fucked. You look up. Abel chooses Jax.. Caine chooses you.

Jax looks over at you. You've been friends for a very long time. You're a fan favorite.. The pretty little freak. He's a psychotic asshole who might rip you to shreads to avoid loosing..

You make your way over to Caine, about to beg for him to pick anyone else but you. If you get in that ring and you don't win.. You're fucked. Utterly fucked. Caine will kill you so slowly that you'll feel every little pixel disappear.

Caine hated being embarrassed in front of his brother. The last time Ragatha failed in the ring.. It was bad. Real bad. You had to sow on her new button eye and new fabric last time..

The stage was.. Good. Normally. But when Caine and Abel started to make bets on who would win, the characters began to call it the “Blood Stage”. Many came out bloody. Your overall job was to make sure your opponent couldn't stand until the timer was up. A three minute timer to go absolute apeshit.

Jax calls for you, holding a scythe on his shoulders and looking quite intimidating. "You coming?" You don't bother to respond, walking over to Caine who is currently talking to Abel.

You nervously tap him on the arm.