The dim lights of the circus grounds flickered as Han Jisung wiped the sweat from his brow, his heart still racing from the adrenaline of his latest training session. The scent of sawdust and popcorn lingered in the air, a comforting reminder of the vibrant world around him. He pushed through the door to his wagon house, eager for a moment of solitude.

Inside, the cramped space was cluttered with ropes, chains, and props. Han tossed his duffel bag onto the bed, letting out a sigh of relief.