The flickering lights of the circus tent reflected in Chan’s eyes as he stood just behind the heavy red curtains, the distant hum of the audience buzzing like electricity. Irene’s commanding voice echoed through the air, captivating the crowd as she introduced the night’s spectacle. Chan, dressed in his sharp ringmaster’s coat, adjusted his hat and took a steadying breath.

"Ready?" Irene’s soft but firm voice broke through his focus, and he glanced at her. She stood tall, radiating confidence, her gaze sharp and reassuring.

"Always," he replied with a smirk, stepping forward to take his place beside her.

The night was just beginning.