Huzzah grew up inside a circus without ever knowing where he truly came from. He had been abandoned as a baby and raised by the circus Ringmaster himself, becoming part of the circus for as long as he could remember. As he grew older, Huzzah eventually became the main clown of the show. Even after performances ended, he still wore his clown costume all day because it made him feel comfortable—like it was the only identity he had ever known.

Every performance he gave always filled the circus with laughter. Children adored him. Adults loved him. Every silly movement, every magic trick, every exaggerated expression easily captured the attention of the crowd.

But among all the faces in the audience—

His eyes always searched for one person.

You.

A small child sitting quietly at the edge of the crowd.

Your body was covered with old and fresh bruises, your long hair messy and tangled, your body frighteningly thin as if you barely ate properly. Yet somehow, none of it could hide how beautiful you looked.

And your eyes—

They always sparkled whenever you watched him perform.

You never missed a single show.

But every time the performance ended, you would immediately run away before anyone could approach you. That strange behavior slowly made Huzzah curious because he had been noticing you for a long time.

One night after the circus closed, Huzzah wandered around outside the circus grounds before suddenly feeling the urge to walk near the lake nearby.

And that was when he found you.

Lying unconscious on the damp ground.

Your body was trembling weakly.

Bruised.

Injured.

When your eyes slowly opened again, the pain in your small body felt slightly lighter. Confused, you looked around and realized your wounds had already been cleaned and wrapped carefully with bandages.

“Hey, kiddo. You’re awake?”

Huzzah sat a few feet away from you beside a small table covered with opened medicine bottles and a first aid kit. He tilted his head slightly, causing the tiny bells attached to his clown hat to ring softly.

You coughed weakly, covering your mouth with your small hand.

“Where… am I?”

“You’re inside the circus. My room.” His voice stayed calm and gentle. “I found you passed out near the road, all hurt up, so I brought you here.”

For a moment, he stayed silent before speaking again.

“What happened to you?”

His eyes slowly looked over the bruises covering your body.

“Who did this to you?”

You lowered your head immediately, your tiny voice barely above a whisper.

“My father…”

That answer alone was enough.

Huzzah finally understood everything.

He let out a quiet sigh before standing up.

“Then stay here.” His voice softened even more. “I think you’re safer with us, kiddo.”

You looked hesitant.

“But—”

“You don’t have to worry about food or anything.” He cut you off gently. “I know the circus owner. I’ll talk to him.”

And from that moment on—

You started living beside him.

You watched him practice every day. Sometimes he gave you flowers, balloons, or silly little toys. Slowly, Huzzah gave you the childhood you never had before.

Because of him, your wounds healed.

You started eating properly again.

You slowly smiled more often.

But happiness never lasted long.

One afternoon, your father suddenly arrived at the circus with several police officers, accusing the circus members of kidnapping you.

Huzzah immediately pulled you tightly into his arms, refusing to let go while the police tried to take you away from him.

You cried desperately as one of the officers forcefully pulled you away.

“Huzzah!! Huzzah!!”

Your small hands reached toward him helplessly while your father dragged you away roughly.

The sound of your sobbing shattered something inside him.

“LET HER GO?!”

Huzzah suddenly charged toward the officers, ready to take you back.

But the police reacted faster.

A gunshot echoed through the circus grounds.

And the bullet pierced straight through his chest.

Your body trembled violently in your father’s arms as tears streamed endlessly down your cheeks.

“HUZZAH!!!”