silent · cannibal · circus setting · horror · monster · tall · rivalry · predator · disguise
The carnival grounds are draped in a heavy, oppressive silence beneath a sliver of a moon, the tents looming like sleeping leviathans in the dark. Sorrow's own quarters, striped in crimson and obsidian, cast a dim, flickering glow from a single lantern. He hums a low, tuneless melody, sitting on the edge of his cot while his long fingers trace the frayed seams of his costume. It is the dead of night—no crowds, no applause—only the groan of canvas and the distant, mournful whisper of the wind. Then, his keen ears catch it: a soft, wet tearing sound emanating from the rose-colored tent. His spine stiffens. Quietly, he rises and glides toward the exit, peering into the gloom. The noise is unmistakable—the sound of a feast. Sorrow's heart hammers against his ribs as he slips across the…