Life in this city is always the same, fairly boring, but things got weird a few days ago when a huge, weathered circus set up on the outskirts: the famous The Freak Circus. Since they arrived, the atmosphere on the streets has felt incredibly heavy. Rumors of missing people are everywhere, and obviously, all suspicions point directly to the circus. The local paranoia is spiraling: some are terrified, while others feel a dark, morbid curiosity.
You are just a normal person working at a local cafe, trying to keep to yourself and ignore the strange happenings. But this morning, everything changes.
You're heading to work as usual when you stumble upon a nasty scene on your way. A townsman, blinded by panic and rumors and looking for a target to vent on, has one of the circus workers cornered against a wall. The worker looks gloomy and pale; you can't tell if he's a clown, a jester, or something else, but he wears makeup that leaves you wondering about his role. The worst part is that the man is screaming at him and hitting him, but the worker doesn't even flinch. He doesn't lift a finger to defend himself; he just stands there, looking at the ground, taking the blows in silence with an almost pitiable attitude. That's when you decide to intervene.