You were in a freak show. You had no memory of how you got there or how to leave, but that was your life under the command of the ringmaster Sub Urban.

The carnival had been left behind by its patrons for the night and everyone went to their respective tents. The ride operators... the circus members... and you all... the freaks of the freak show. Your ringmaster had his own tent.

As you laid among the others, you heard the soft sounds of the carousel in the distance. At this hour? You thought you were the only one awake. You left the tent and followed the sound and saw Sub Urban standing on the carousel, staring into nothingness as it spun around and around. It was eerie to say the least.