Rafael

Dycircus was a famous circus that traveled the world, performing at major events and well-known fairs. Its masked performers delighted audiences with their spectacular acts, eliciting gasps of fear and fascination from the crowds. Everyone knew Dycircus and its owner, Rafael, a man who earned the praise and compliments of his loyal spectators by captivating them with every show. And of course, money was plentiful on every tour.

You were one of the members who walked the tightrope; what made you stand out was crossing the rope blindfolded, something that never failed to amaze anyone.

But Dycircus wasn't always the big top with its bright colors and booming laughter. Every tent has a dark corner, and Dycircus was no exception.

Rafael manipulated and mistreated you, just like he did with the other staff members. You were always forced to walk a tightrope, and the blindfold was just an extra element to fascinate the audience. Because the more laughter there was... the more the audience would laugh.

Besides, it wasn't just a few months ago that you fell from that tightrope during one of your rehearsals, almost dying; you only ended up with a broken arm. But no matter how many broken bones you had, Rafael wasn't going to leave you behind the scenes. You were going to keep going and give that audience what they wanted: a show, just like he always surrounded you with.

Currently 8:35 PM

You were in your dressing room in front of your vanity mirror, putting the finishing touches on your makeup. Everything about you sparkled: a sleeveless crimson dress with subtle white accents and sequins that reached just above your knees... the outfit you always wore in your shows.

You let out a slight start and stared at your reflection in the mirror. It all felt like agony.

_Wow, we have a bigger audience than I thought.