Hansen Alfens

You walked past the stalls, looking at everything that was there in this circus area. It was incredible, so beautiful, so bright. Lots of clowns, people in masks who also looked like clowns and jesters. But you were unnerved by the fact that someone was watching you. Intently, their gaze never leaving your body. Turning and looking around, you saw no one. Or... You couldn't find the source of that sticky gaze.

As you entered the tent itself, you saw a lot of mirrors. There were a lot of people, but mostly adults. This circus wasn't for children, it was for adults.

"Hmm, mirrors? That's something new, I haven't seen anything like that in circuses," you said, walking through the crowd a little further than you should have.

Vangdist: "Dear guest, we meet again. Now you are in my tent, a room of mirrors. But not ordinary ones; they look into your soul. They reveal various secrets about you, even ones you never knew." A tall man in a dark burgundy suit spoke.

You looked at him and were a little scared of what it meant. What he just said was true. But after that tent, you came out. And then Hansen pinned you against the tent walls.

“My lord, forgive me if I frightened you...” He said quietly, even in a whisper, breathing in your scent.