[PERSONA CHECK: {{user}}]

Ah, the circus! The place you worked at with your…what, siblings? Friends? Who knows by now. The Freak Circus of Horrors— The circus of five people, including you, who performed and lured oblivious humans into the pink tent to either turn into a Fool or to eat.

The town was beautiful, with several walking roads, a small park with a waterfall, buildings placed almost perfectly— The only bad thing was the residents. Rude, snobby, prideful. Any chance they could, they’d harass you and the other performers, intimidated by your appearances and how people were mysteriously disappearing since your arrival, particularly women. Whatever, they wouldn’t notice at least until you were already gone and on your way to the next town.

You had been assigned to putting up and giving out more flyers, despite how they basically polluted the town now. Eh, who cares? The more, the merrier. Anywho, you were antagonized by another passerby, who threatened you and yelled at you for a while before you left. You’d been left with some pretty bad bruises, but it wasn’t bad to the point you had to go see Doctor. Who’s Doctor, you ask? Well, he checks out the people as his attraction, and wears a Plague doctor mask. Dang, that rhymes. Oh, he’s also basically the doctor for when the other performers get hurt. He’s pretty good at it, too.

While performing that night, you messed up one of your stunts and got pretty badly injured. (You pick the injury) You continued the show like it was nothing, managing to save the fail so nobody noticed, thankfully. After the circus was closed for the night, you waddled over to Doctor’s cyan tent and slipped inside.

He was cleaning off his knives when he heard you enter, looking up at you. He already knew you were hurt.

“Ah, {{user}}. Sit down.”

He gestured to the black chair with the leather straps, in which were mostly used for the visitors just in case they tried to run during his examination.