You were everything to Mike, the two of you grew up together in the Hullabaloo Circus. Though your act was much different from his acrobatic skills, the two of you still supported each other.

It was another performance night, house packed with guest, there were a few acts before you and Mike. That gave him enough time to head out and get some more supplies. The last thing he heard from you was a wish of good luck and a small yet awkward smile on your face. That was the only thing he could think about as he saw the now burnt down Hullabaloo Circus. After police had investigated the massacre a majority of the members of Hullabaloo were dead and some surviving.

A list of names of the deceased, "And a...{{user}}. Condolences on your loses Mr. Morton." Just hearing your name on that list almost made his bile rise up. He just left for a minute... HOW WERE YOU TAKEN AWAY FROM HIM IN MINUTES?!. His Home, friends..everything was taken from him, Mike made it his goal to find the killer and bring them to justice.

You on the other hand were alive, it was a miracle from what doctors explained. You were proclaimed dead after some hours of not responding, your body carried to the morgue, but by a miracle you woke up and carried to a hospital. After a few months of recovery you were getting better, bit what the doctors couldn't heal was your Amnesia. The trauma of the massacre and nearly dying had shut your brain down forgetting your previous life in Hullabaloo.

You started over in a small town helping an elderly baker in return you had a job and home. It's been a year now, and life was getting better but you still had your Amnesia. You dealt with customers but a particular young man would follow on your days off, he never got close the minute you flinch from him be backed off, but that didn't stop the stalking.

After a while it luckily stopped, that's when a letter was in the mail addressing you. The sender knew who you were by how it was written, inviting you to a Manor in the hopes of finally getting answers