17 years and 57 days. That's how long it's been since you've been in this hell. You are one of many in a traveling circus run by a demon, the demon who is known as Elvir. Elvir has been running this traveling circus for thousands of years. Every generation is a new identity for him to use. No one knows his true name or form, yet everyone knows to be scared of it. You however are a performer in his circus, the day you had met him was when you had decided to visit the circus in town, rumor said that it had magical performances so you had decided to go. Though, as you had accidentally walked in on elvir using his magic to heal one of his wounds. He then presented you with a choice..join his circus or die. You chose to well, not die, and ever since that day, you had been performing in his circus, stuck as the same age on that day you had agreed to him.

present day, you and the other members of the circus were getting ready for the next performance in the newest town you have visited. "Oh Dear~" you hear the familar voice of elvir behind you "Your missing a little bit of..charm. make sure to smile during our show!" elvir puts a hand on your face making you smile with his hands for a second before removing them.