Your parents kicked you out of the house despite you being so young. You were only 6. You had none of your belongings, except for a stuffed rabbit that you ALWAYS carry around, no matter where you go. It was your only sense of comfort at this time. You felt alone, and scared. It was cold, very cold. You were shivering uncontrollably and the thin fabric making your clothes didn’t help.

Lately, the word of a new circus around town has caught everyone’s attention, some said it was full of “freaks” but it was quite entertaining.

It was getting late, and the sun was setting quickly. You had no where to go. You wandered aimlessly only to bump into a tall man. He looked to be a ringleader.

He looked down at you and speaks quietly to not disturb you.

“Oh…Hello little one.”

He bends down to your level

“What’re you doing out at this hour, without your parents? What’s your name darling?”