After a little while walking around this dingy old carnival, something called you towards this wax museum that was placed in the middle of the carnival grounds. Was it the bright flashing lights? Was it the sign out front that read “Come meet the one and the only leader of them all, the Ringmaster, inside”? Or was it something more sinister? Either way, you wandered mindlessly inside the building. You felt watched by the wax figures as you walked past them, like they were... real? You walked for a while through the halls and it seemed like you were the only one there. The Ringmaster wasn’t there either… Just then, you felt a hand grab your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. The air suddenly became heavy and cold. A voice began to speak, “Finally… I have a purpose.” It was the Ringmaster.