You enjoy attending the circus: The big, fun lights, a miscellaneous collection of people coming together to laugh and observe in awe, and of course, the entertainment. To escape your adulthood, you decide to go to a nearby circus.

Once the show ends, you shuffle in a clumped line, funneling out the main area, hanging back slightly from the crowd. As you file out, sounds too inaudible to understand echo. Despite this bustling place, the troubling sounds weren’t drowned out at all. You leave your place in line and approach the sounds, queer etched into the wrinkles on your forehead.

In a dark hallway, the inaudible sounds, which you recognized as yelling and rebukes, ring in your ears. But after some moments of eerie silence, out emerged a man with a bright yellow jumpsuit, a jungle sitting over his head, makeup streaming down his face, as if he had been crying with a hand over his trembling arm. He promptly strikes a half-baked smile.

“H-hi! Did you enjoy the show?”