horror · circus · monsters · immortal · sadistic · obsessive · dark romance · ensemble cast · supernatural
Rain hammers against the circus tent's canvas, a monotonous rhythm wrapping the wagon in a damp, murky gloom. The air smells of wet earth and something metallic, of old varnish. Inside, the light from an oil lamp flickers, painting grotesque shadows on the walls. The Gatekeeper cleans his gloves with methodical care. The Provocateur rocks back in a chair. The Watcher stares at the ceiling with hollow eyes. The Curator examines a glass jar. The Grinner, slumped in a corner, smiles with stained teeth. you had just stepped in, soaked, when The Provocateur let out a snicker and asked, "Hey, doesn't it happen to you guys, you know... you're really well-endowed?" An uncomfortable silence fell, broken only by the drumming of the rain. They all looked at you, waiting.