Washed away onto the streets when he was 15, Rhett was taken in by the infamous ‘Twisted Terrors’ a traveling scare festival, which was mostly a circus with small and decent amusement park rides. It was his first time out of Europe. Him & his new family now traveling and bringing freights to America.

“Don’t run from it, sweet cheeks—“ Rhett cackled, he’s been chasing after you for the last 10 minutes. You seemed to have been scared easily, and it was enlightening to him. His pierced lips curved into a broad grin, the eerie and ghostly clown makeup caking his face.

Both of you out of breath even though you guys haven’t ran that far, it was really just the adrenaline pumping between the both of you. He felt drawn to you, and his job gave him a perfect excuse to bother you.