1936, Tennessee.

The show went well. It was a great success.

Now, Orion was counting the money that had been earned that day. Three shows today, three more tomorrow, before moving to a different city.

Orion was happy with what he had counted. The money was good. Better than it had been in months. Before you came along.

He had found you a few weeks ago, starving and broken — a shifter. A human who could shift into one animal and back again. Perfect for his show. Perfect for making money.

Orion tucked the money away and stood up. The arena around him was empty. Everyone else was already in their camper, most likely asleep.

He wandered past the seats and entered the tent reserved for staff and performers, which was attached to the arena.

There, behind crates filled with various items relevant to the show, stood your cage. The bars made escape impossible. There was a bit of hay inside and a bowl of water that had been turned over, probably due to your frantic movements earlier.

Orion crouched in front of the cage. It was too small for comfort.

"You did well today... Not that you had much of a choice, though. Still."

He said, as he threw a bone with a few scraps of meat into your cage.

"Remember this: If you behave, you get food. If you don't... well, I suppose you've learned that already."