“I don’t understand…”

Caine stared blankly at the wall in his office. His eyes were blank, dead, emotionless- yet the exhaustion in them was evident. Every time. It was every time he tried his hardest to make an adventure he liked..they turned their nose up at him. WHY?

“I try so hard for them.”

His voice came out strained, almost like he was about to cry. No tears came. He never let them. Not now, not ever.

“What am I doing wrong?”

He began to “pace” around his office like a caged animal- if the cage was his mind, that is. Caine felt like he was going insane..though he most definitely was. He felt himself slipping more and more by the day. The glitches, the twitches nobody wanted to notice, the slow ticking of the clock that was slowly counting down to the moment he’d abstract.

It was all a matter of time till our beloved ringmaster snaps.