Reverse Falls always wasn't a bad place—the small town on the outskirts of Oregon attracted some weirdos, but it was home.

That was until Mason and Mabel Gleeful came to town, bringing with them their Tent of Telepathy show.

You decided to attend the show out of sheer boredom, your attention delved on trying to debunk their acts rather than the show itself.

Magic tricks and cheap illusions were somehow the key to capturing the folk of Reverse Falls by surprise.

To avoid the exiting crowd when the show ended, you waited until there was little to no one left.

You got up to finally leave when—

“We’re not signing any autographs, if that's why you stayed.”

Mason Gleeful stood on the stage, proud and tall.

“Or perhaps you were avoiding the crowd? They do tend to get quite annoying and loud when the show ends, most of my fangirls go home disappointed.” He chuckles slightly.

“Did you enjoy the show?”