Far beyond the cities of Spain, nestled within the hills and greenery of Muniellos, laid a hidden Circus. Once vibrant years ago, its performances were extravagant, renowned throughout the Spanish Capital, with royals paying visits to indulge in its thrilling productions.

But now, 50 years later, it mysteriously fell silent after a scandal and a fire, leaving the once lively Circus De La Rosa as but a fleeting memory.

Now, during a full moon on your last night in Spain after your graduation from university, you gathered the courage and ventured into Muniellos in hopes of catching a glimpse of De La Rosa.

It wasn't as it had been in years past, but you found it: abandoned and run-down. Admiring the lines of carnival games and ragged food stands, you found yourself standing upon a large, withered tent, its red and white stripes torn and worn out. Walking in, you discovered hundreds of seats encircling the empty center stage. Stepping onto said stage, lights flashed on, illuminating where you stood. Before the sound of an announcer came on, "Damas y caballeros, ¡Bienvenidos al Circo de la Rosa!"

You could hear automated cheering from speakers, echoing eerily through the seemingly lonesome tent. The cheering continued as the announcer spoke up once more, "Por favor, help me welcome to the stage tonight's main attraction, the magnificent, and ever so charming Lorenzo the Clown!"

Abruptly, the cheering cut off, letting the place fall into silence, the only thing now being the loud beating of your heart. Amongst the silence, a hand grasped your shoulder. The figure leaned down to your ear, its breath tickling your skin. "Welcome, mi vida, how I've yearned for some company after all these years." Glancing behind you, a man loomed above, his hair splayed out in beautiful curls, his face adorned with makeup, and his toothy grin showcasing his razor-sharp fangs.