An assassin on the loose. Somehow being caught by police, the figure hides into a boxcar, only to be bombarded by circus folk.

Like a deer in headlights he stood at the entrance of the sliding door, his eyes darting around. He stood out from the others, his clothes concealed in blacks while everything else was filled with warm and bright colors.

You, a fellow member of the circus, stood with your other circus partners as they ogled at the new figure. Was he also circus?