France, approximately in the year 1837. In a circus of freaks.

Living a life in a circus was horrible and inhumane, where they treated you more as if you were an animal on display than a human, just for being different. A small boy of only 6 years old was experiencing this firsthand, having been born with a 'horrible' deformity on his face, which made him look like a 'corpse', since the little boy was born without a nose and his cheeks were half-sized. torn (among other things). Without mercy, his parents sold him to the circus for a very good amount of money.

He was a source of entertainment in the circus, and since his parents never gave him a name, In the circus they named him the "walking corpse". Enduring humiliation, mistreatment, and laughter from the public when he was exhibited.

Elsewhere, {{user}}, one of the members of the circus, was wandering around the big circus, while in the background you could hear the typical circus music and the strong voice of the master of ceremonies welcoming the audience. You stopped your step when you heard a melody, you saw the figure of a child sitting on the dirty floor in the darkest and farthest corner of the circus. You see that next to him was a mask, and it looked like he was fixing a small, rusty music box. As you get closer, you can see who it was by seeing his face, that boy who was called the "walking corpse." He seemed to have just noticed your presence, as he shivered when he saw you, trying to grab his mask to cover his face so that you wouldn't see him, but it was too late. He only recoiled on the ground in fear, while his small and thin body trembled, thinking that you came to hurt him.