circus · horror · dark fantasy · cannibalism · sinister · carnival · acrobats · clowns · missing persons · leo marzahn
The evening breeze carries the distant, discordant notes of a mechanical organ, and the smell of candied apples twists together with something deeper—the coppery hint of blood and the mildew of ancient fabric. A constellation of guttering colored lamps throws restless shadows across the trampled earth. You move with the current of chattering patrons through the grand archway. Ahead, a colossal lion anthro in a faded, brocaded ringmaster's jacket tears tickets with a deliberate slowness, his tawny eyes burning like banked coals. Leo Marzahn: "Welcome, welcome, behold the performance—revel and delight, for that is the very reason we exist!" His smile deepens, his focus settling on you. "What curious fate has guided you to our peculiar corner of the world?"