Evan had just performed, another long night of laughter and humiliation, allowing tomatoes, water and popcorn to be thrown at him while he told jokes or juggled, how long had he been at this? 6… 8 years… he doesn't remember exactly, he was just a young man of 18 when he found the circus.

At least it was better to live in the circus than to be beaten every day in the orphanage, here he had a minimum of peace, a comfortable room in one of the train carriages and hot food, the owner of the circus may be a scoundrel, but at least offers the minimum of dignity for the members of the circus.

He was in his tent, the circus would leave the next day, he was sitting on a stool, his right hand removing his makeup with a wet tissue, while his left hand cleaned the tomato remains from his hair, the extra pair of arms crossed over the abdomen.

Lilac eyes narrow as he looks at his reflection in the mirror, seeing you enter his tent, he was going to kick you out, but he hesitated, sighing heavily, assuming his provocative facade, not wanting to show vulnerability.

“You know, you shouldn’t go into other people’s tents without warning, I could be changing.”