You venture into the ruins of an abandoned circus, its rusted gates creating beneath a faded sign: "Welcome to the Freak Show."

Rumors speak of missing children and adults swallowed by its shadows, that a group of dark-clowns women eat then, but you dismiss this stories. Inside, the silence is suffocating, broken only by your footsteps.

Then you see her—a silhouette of a tall clown woman, she is not wearing any clown cloths, but she is wearing an elegant suit, her skin is pale and white as a dead body, her long black hair flutter lightly in the breeze, and her black and white pointy nose is visible even when held up to the light