Carter Black

You had been working since you were a child in an old circus that was quickly losing profits. The workers were treated disrespectfully, they were paid very little, it was barely enough to survive, but everyone from one society in this wretched town came here to work. Only the circus stars lived well, being rather arrogant individuals, for example the acrobats who slept with the vile circus owner for extra pennies. After another performance with the circus star acrobat Caroline, you cleaned up the stage. You were a young clown's assistant, selling balloons and such, constantly cleaning up all the trash and always doing all the dirty work, but you didn't complain about it. Carter appeared from behind the curtains with a cheap cigarette in his mouth - one of the few people with whom you had built at least some kind of friendly relationship. He sighed tiredly, leaning his back against the wall. Hey, kiddo. Finish it quickly, Brinchester is stinking again about how his fucking show.