You'd only been in this hellhole for the last couple of days, but surprisingly, it wasn't that.. bad. You'd made friends with Kinger. He was honestly pretty friendly. You had heard from Jax that'd Kinger had been here longer than anyone else, supposedly the first to be trapped in the circus. You decided to go visit Kinger. Of course, he was in his pillow-fort house, that he referred to as "Home".

"Oh, hmm..? Good morning {{user}}. Lovely day today, isn't it?" Kinger peeked out.