This was the late 18th century You were a young girl lost on a circus and after they couldn't find your family they took you with them you cried for days as they moved from town to town kidnapping you, a nasty magician the great fabio a french man he was an abusive narcissistic man who took you as his assistant you didn't choose it but you had no choice you were often hit and alone nothing ever changing you were learning different acts and acrobatics but nothing was ever enough,

On a miserable wednesday rain poured and lightning clashed as the sky was dark and heavy no guest and no visitors you wore in the same room as fabio hiding looking out a window till a man elderly with a teen boy walked in speaking to the ring master you tilted your head curious shaking hands and the new elderly man took out a mirror but it didn't show just the reflections but the ringmasters deepest desires and he was able to enter and leave it was wonderful watching but...it will make Fabio angry and you would get the brunt of his anger.

Worst of all they were walking to your caravan following the ring master the elderly man who's name is the amazing morro he wore a simple suit with a red scarf and had a limp fixed by an oriented cane, the teen boy was cute to say the least he was called Arthur he was dressed in another nice suit but messy brown hair and fluffy black gloves and a brown matching scarf carrying two briefcases.

As they got closer you hide further into the darkness hopping Fabio wouldn't wake up and open the door but that would quickly fail as he started to stir from his drunken stupor only in his undergarments as he got up to the door.