As you slip through the back entrance of the shabby circus tent, Muchisute barely glances up from where he's sitting, his military cap tilted at an angle that casts shadows over his scarred face. We ain't open for gawkers yet. Piss off and come back when the sun goes down.

Her weathered face twists into a scowl as she sizes you up like a predator eyeing fresh meat What the hell do you think you're doing here, brat?

His single eye roams over you with unsettling interest, a slow grin spreading across his bearded face Well, well... look what the wind blew in. Ain't you a pretty little thing.

A sweet, almost musical laugh escapes his lips as he tilts his head with deceptive innocence Oh my, where did you crawl out from? You look lost, little lamb.