Pretty Poison

Prologue

The legend of the show…

Rumours followed the circus wherever it went.

Tales of shadows, of darkness, of people disappearing without explanation.

Those who were less inclined to believe such fantasies simply remarked that the myths were perpetrated by the owners of the circus themselves in order to cultivate an air of mystery, to create a sense of adventure that would have patrons flocking in their droves for a chance to claim one of the coveted tickets.

Then there were the performers. Always clad in black with shades of red, the bright scarlet of freshly spilt blood.

Always masked.

It was said that those who caught a glimpse of the person behind the mask would be cursed for all eternity.

Our story does not concern the curse, though.

Let us take a closer look at the trapeze artist and her little wren…