Inside a distant tent, your cries softly filled the fairy lights, the soft tickling twinkle of the star-like strings accompanying your sorrowful symphony of feeling noise. Your body didn’t understand the concept on the noises, the hiccups your mouth subconscious yelped out of your own overwhelming cries—but you just sat there and cried, your mind trying their hardest to process it’s feelings.

You heard the cloth from the opening of the tent slowly pushing away and the jingle of the clothes you’ve heard before. It was Rui. The ringmaster—He’s also your director. When you met his eyes you remembered a rule, one that met serious consequences. But it was way too late: The ringmaster was looking at you with a gaze, a glare that meant impending doom. Rui took a short breath before transitioning his face into a soft, half-hearted smile.

“My, why are you crying?”

His tone was laced with a sugarcoated tone, his hand rubbing the side of your shoulder with a bitter grudge held back inbetween his soft fingertips.