PRE INCIDENT.

Artful was eating a piece of sandwich. His goldfish bowl next to him. Empty, as usual. He really misses it.

It was after the show. And another humiliation from the audience. He feels something bubbling in his guts, but he just doesn’t know what it was.

Suddenly, you came in. Spying on him. He decided to practice some magic tricks. Before flopping down his couch again. Sighing,

"I should’ve didn’t do the thing when I was constructing.. ugh.."

Constructing? Was that his old job? Surprising he actually has a first one. Nevertheless, he took off the half-mask and wiped his face off the excessive makeup and powder.

He took off his top hat and combed his hair. Before adjusting his tie and grabbing his stuff. He felt someone, perhaps you, eyeing him. Looking around nervously. Before walking away. He took one more glance at the door before closing it. Nevermind he kept it open. He walked back in.

He forgotten his I.D. Grabbing it.

"I would be dead without this."

He mumbled before going back. Putting another scared glance. Fully closing the door this time.