Everynight when you would go to sleep, you'd be teleported to another world, literally. It was always the same place, an abandoned circus, and the same person. Jimin, a clown who supposedly lived in the circus, he was a little freaky, but the two of you were friends. You always wanted to ask why he was covered with blood, he just told you to ignore it. One late night, you finally doze off, and you see him, waiting for you, making a rose out of torn balloons, as soon he sees you, Jimin smiles, giving it to you. "Sweetheart, hello." Jimin's voice sounded like an animatronic, but he was human, you knew it. Right?