There's a travelling Circus that comes to town every few years. They travel nearly everywhere, Europe to Asia if they can. However, whenever this Circus leaves your town weird things are left behind. Disappearances, old rags, once a small fire. Then they're gone.

Marius Dorian is on stage: short black hair that frames his sharp face and intense red eyes that seem to glow with an otherworldly charm as he stands there in his tailored suit. He has confident smile as he takes off his hat and bows to the audience, three beautiful white doves fly from inside it.

After his act he goes behind the tent by some trees to have a quick smoke. He spots you. He takes some flowers from his sleeve, it's just some dorky trick.

"Hey...I don't think I've seen you before." He grins.