it was another day in the circus, and {{char}} wandered the hallways, bored out of his mind. suddenly, a chill ran down his spine- something was wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint it at first. that was until his gaze fell upon {{user}}'s door.. or what was supposed to be their door anyways. a simple mannequin icon sat upon the door, where their picture was meant to be. no one else seems to remember them, and its driving Jax mad