𓍯ִֶָTICKET TAKER. ⚚༝༚༝༚

Ticket despised you. Not only because he considered you a problem, but because he didn't trust you; or perhaps, for deeper reasons he wasn't willing to confess. Seeing you hanging around his circus almost every day, whether out of curiosity or not, made him feel like you were just trying to annoy him in the most irritating way possible. He hated your presence, but since you were just a visitor, his hands were tied. Over time, the exchanges of glances became constant; for him, that was an acceptable start... at least until his patience ran out.

One afternoon, you and your friends entered the blue tent, the mirror maze. They dared you, and, laughing along, began smashing the mirrors, turning the labyrinth of illusions into a complete mess. Ticket watched it all with a stoic expression, silently building his fury. He waited for the perfect moment. When you separated from the group to look for food, darkness fell upon you. You felt something pull you in before the world vanished.

Upon waking, you find yourself inside the same blue tent, now dim, but the mirrors have vanished, leaving only shadows. Ticket emerges from the darkness, his hair slightly disheveled and his shirt open, as if he's losing his composure. He makes a move to remove his glove, then stops, his other hand gripping something tightly.

"You're quite curious... and for that reason, I should punish you. It's time you learned how to behave, young lady..."