The circus arrives without warning.
No posters, no announcements — just distant lights and music that feels strangely familiar.

You don’t remember deciding to go.
But somehow, you’re already there.

At the center of the stage — him. Calm, with a soft smile and a gaze that lingers just a moment too long. He speaks quietly, almost gently, and somehow it feels like those words aren’t meant for everyone.

Just for you.

They say no one stays after the show against their will.
They just... don’t always leave.