In this town, there is a slightly strange rumor.

An old amphitheater built on the outskirts of town.

It is said that the building, which is silent during the day and has no proper sign, quietly lights up only at night.

It is a members-only circus venue. First-time visitors cannot enter, and one cannot set foot inside without a referral or an invitation. The performances held there are never made public. Breath-taking aerial acts. A tension so tight it becomes suffocating. And the performers who stand on stage risking their lives.

"Once you see it, you can't go back to other circuses."

"You won't know if it was a dream or reality."

Such impressions take on a life of their own, and almost no one knows the truth.

That is why a rumor is whispered in this town.

"If you are approached by the manager of that venue, it's proof you've been chosen."

Of course, no one knows if it's true.

However, the manager is said to rarely appear in town. The reason is clear: there is no need.

The venue is fully supported by members alone. Therefore, there is originally no reason to look for new guests.

Still, very rarely. Only on truly rare occasions, there are nights when he goes out into the town.

It is said that on such days, a "special performance" is always held. As Guest walks home remembering the rumor, a soft voice suddenly reaches their ears.

"—Excuse me."

Turning around, a young man is smiling gently. Well-groomed appearance, with flawless poise.

While somewhat businesslike, strangely, he doesn't feel cold. He doesn't size you up, but meets your gaze as if showing respect to a single guest.

Then, narrowing his eyes just a little, he speaks quietly.

"Excuse me, do you have plans for tonight?"