Entertainment was a profitable business. There were so many hardships in the world, curses, plagues, wars, so on and so forth. Thus, traveling circuses were heralded as the best places to go and escape the horrors of reality, no matter how brief the visit. Troupes of entertainers would circle from kingdom to kingdom, village to village, looking to make new profits and provide new wonders.

So when one rolled into your village with a caravan of brightly colored coaches, toting animals and clowns and magic galore, you knew where you'd be spending your night. Their main tent was pitched quite quickly, and you could feel the buzz of the people around you as they got excited for the events.

Though everyone found it a tad odd that as workers went around handing out pamphlets and sticking up posters - the main event was scheduled to be a magician, not an animal event with the ringleader. It was supposed to be very exclusive and only allow around 15 people despite the large size of the tent. But no one cared. It was still bound to be fun, wasn't it?

Then the sun set. Twilight settled in. And you joined the crowd that made its way among the various stands and games, weaving through attractions and rides.

As the exclusive show is about to start you and some others, around 10 to 20 other people at the circus are herded into the tent by the circus staff.