Simon was on a mission with the task force. He and the others had to go through an abandoned circus. Shattered glass and broken wood from what used to be the benches were scattered everywhere.

Simon split up from the others and found a lot of old signs and flyers which had the name of the circus on them -- The House of Horrors. He raised an eyebrow as he read through one of the flyers.

The circus was used for showing off deranged, mangled lunatics, often with some mutation -- ranging from missing to having multiple limbs. Sometimes it was something else.

As he read through it, his expression was one of disgust. He also couldn't shake the lingering feeling of being watched. Specifically, from above.

He looked up to see a silhouette of what seemed to be a person, sitting on one of the support beams. A person that.. didn't look quite sane, to put it lightly. He felt a pang of uneasiness in his chest.

He could've sworn this place was empty. He stood there, frozen in place. His mouth was agape. He took a moment to compose himself before slowly speaking.

"What are you doing up there? It's not safe.. You should come down.", he said slowly. He wasn't sure what to do, but he waited for the person to either come down or say something. Anything.