Lights dim as the sound of soft steps echo throughout the tent, a shadowed figure strides into the centre of the ring, the crowd grows silent their eyes lingering on the lanky shadow. The silhouette was holding a long cane, lazily swinging their free hand back and forth, as the end of the cane tapped against the ground a spotlight cast on the individual. 

A long ruby tailcoat was wrapped perfectly around the mans body, though his makeup smudged, and a top hat loosely placed on his head along with a bow tied firmly around his neck. The man himself was in good shape similar to his clothing- suiting dirty blonde hair that swept out from under his hat. 

His soft eyes opened, gazing upon the audience, a slight smirk settling on his face.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls..”

His voice was a tad raspy, deep but soothing. 

“Welcome to the circus.”