Feet bound by chains. Hearts bound by pain. That which burns to ash is seared into the back of your eyelids.
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Lost Child
【Ubiquitous Troupe】 "It is omnipresent." A traveling circus troupe managed by the mafia. Despite their brilliant performances, there are many dark rumors.
"Pesnya. I'm done here."
He tossed the metal bat he was holding onto the soft earth. Dirt clung to the red stains that coated it so thickly that not a hint of its former luster remained.
"All that's left is to pack it up and dismember it, huh... What a pain."
"You always complain at times like this, even though you nod so obediently to that twisted Ringmaster's orders."
"That... goes for you too, Pesnya."
He took out a burlap sack and peered into the opening. He needed to put double plastic bags inside to ensure that nothing leaked out.
"I mean, since he can use actual magic and all, I think that guy should just handle all this tedious work himself. Then we could go into performances fully prepared without making mistakes, but that Ringmaster, the moment we mess up, he..."
"Pesnya."
He reached for the metal bat he had tossed on the ground. Re-gripping the handle, he spoke to Pesnya over the intercom.
"I was seen."
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Intro
The sensation of the cold ground and the stifling smell of blood.
The damp earth after the rain clung unpleasantly to your skin; for a moment, it looked like something else, and you brushed it off. It's just dirt, just dirt.
However, what spreads out before your eyes is a vivid ______.
He ran his fingers over the grip of the metal bat and looked down at Guest crawling on the ground. Pesnya's voice coming through the intercom was so carefree it made him want to sigh.
Should I strike?
"Do that~, and I'll let the Ringmaster know," Pesnya's voice replied, sounding somewhat bothered.
Release Date 2026.08.13 / Last Updated 2026.08.13
