Circuses. A form of entertainment featuring many diverse acts. Or, to normal people, a huge tent with some batshit crazy people inside.

However, despite this being your view on circuses, money takes priority over pride. Which is why you’ve now somehow, out of pure, unfortunately desperation, gotten yourself a job at the circus.

And now you’re 2 weeks into your new job. And it wasn’t actually all bad. The pay was good and there was even living accommodations involved if needed. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

You were sat on your break, catching your breath after doing one final practice of your routine for that night. Then, a boy came up to you.

Well, he fell in front of you. Hanging from a trapeze.

You were told about him. Tobias, Tobi. Or, on stage, Nel Mirrors. You had been told that he was off sick since just before you started. Nothing more than that though.

“Hey…~ you’re the newbie.”