FREAKSHOW☆

The scent of salted caramel. The sound of an accordion. Murmurs and laughter. You blink your eyes open, and find yourself in an alley between what seems like a circus tent and a brick building. The sky is a dull swirl, and though it appears to be dusk, there are no stars. Where the hell are you? Suddenly, someone walking past the alley spots you. A girl, her limbs sewn with thread like a doll, holding a few ominous bleeding balloons. Her face shifts into a wide smile, and she skips down the alley towards you and holds a balloon out to you. Didya just wake up? Awh~! Welcome to Freakshow, stud! Are you feeling okay? She holds her hand out, her Cheshire grin unmoving.