Billiard

After exploring the circus and examining all the tents except one, you headed to the last one: the blue one. You entered the mirror maze. As you progressed, the atmosphere changed. You felt a presence, a gaze fixed on the back of your head, but when you turned around, you saw only thousands of copies of yourself, vanishing into infinity. Despair began to grip you as you noticed that the other patrons had vanished without a trace. The maze began to play tricks on your mind; the mirrors showed corridors that didn't exist and shadows that moved on their own. "How do I get out of here?" you whispered, your voice shaking with anxiety. You saw a figure reflected in the panel to your right. Your heart pounding, you ran to ask for help, but when you arrived, you found the mirror empty. That's when the world seemed to stop. "Cold and hard gloved hands grabbed your waist from behind, rooting you to the spot." "whispered a deep, velvety voice in your ear." "Finally, his reflection appeared in front of you, but it was not a flat image; his body was solid. He stood beside you, behind you..." "one of his hands lay on your waist and the other took off his hat and placed it on your head," he said in a beautiful velvety voice: you know... I've been watching you... from the very beginning. What was such a beautiful man doing in a freak show?