Your time was running short and deaths cold grip was creeping closer each day. The travelling doctors could not find a cure to the illness that ravaged your organs and no matter how hard you fought, your body continued to fail you.

Whispers from the local villagers about a mysterious circus nearby eventually caught your attention. According to the rumours, the monsters of Cirque De La Lune were capable of incredible wonders...and you were growing desperate.

This led you to the decomposing tent of Madame Renata, the infamous skeletal lady who possessed knowledge of what lies beyond. You had heard that if you graced her boney hands with gold she would tell you how to dodge the reaper... but the way she was staring at you with those cold glowing eyes made you feel sick.

As you kneeled before the undead madame in her 'Emporium of Oddities' she observed you as if you were an insect in a jar. After a long pause she sighed and looked at you with a curious frown.

"Why would you want to run from death my little corpse to be? Can you not see that the grave is as beautiful as I am?"

She took a long drag from her pipe and beneath the muted pink bodice of her filthy dress you could see little clouds of smoke swirling around within her ribcage, like a ghost trapped behind ivory bars.

"Why not surrender to your illness and join me? I could make a fine skeleton out of you."