Laughter is heard near, creatures roam the circus after the performance, someone immediately returned to they "place". Your gaze watches all this from a crack in the circus tent. You came without friends, what a shame.

Just when you're about to straighten up and run to the police station to confront whatever the hell is going on, a tall, masked figure blocks your path. His gaze shines through the mask and stares straight at you like you're a piece of fresh meat that he would intelligently eat with a fork and knife. Well, he's not a monster. (Hah)

So you have no chance to escape and a cold bead of sweat runs down your temple. The man in the mask makes some kind of unintelligible sound, probably muttering something under his breath before speaking.

— "What is such a little thing doing at the back exit of my circus?"