In a mesmerizing circus where the boundaries between reality and illusion blur, Dex becomes entangled in a deadly game that only allows one victor to survive. With each step through the dazzling tents and enchanting attractions, he discovers that th...
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Scar wandered through the brightly lit park, scanning for Damien, but he was nowhere to be seen. Although she tried to convince herself that she didn't care, a small worry crept in. What if something had happened to him? But then she remembered how he had simply left her behind in the tent, and her concern dissipated. He was a jerk, she knew that for sure. She was only with him to avoid going back to her parents. Without him, she'd be homeless and on the streets, but staying with her parents wasn't any better. She always saw their disappointed faces, wondering what had become of their once-talented daughter. But had they ever asked if Scar was happy? In the stage outfits in front of thousands of people, she never felt comfortable, yet her parents were proud of her. Had they ever noticed how truly unhappy she was? Scar shook her head, she needed to focus on something more important right now. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the note.
"In bright red or soft pink, A touch of color on the lips, you'll think. Gliding gently, almost like a kiss, Enhancing the smile, making it pure bliss. In a tube, it quietly sleeps, Ready to give lips a lustrous sweep. Sometimes shiny, sometimes matte, An accessory that time won't abate. A symbol of femininity and might, Seductive yet subtle, day or night. Guess what am I, take a little heed? A secret, some wish to succeed."
Scar knew exactly what it described. She used to see this thing every day. Her mother loved them and always bought the brightest colors. Lipstick. She looked around the park. Where would she find lipstick in an amusement park? But luck was on her side today; a small house was nearby. She had seen such small houses in the park often. Small shops selling clothing, sweets, or other things. The park was much more than just an amusement park; it felt like a small village.
On the house, it said "Sparkle & Slay Cosmetics Boutique" in red and white letters. The house was painted white with a cute red roof. Inside, it was brightly lit; hopefully, the shopkeeper was nice. She opened the brown shop door, and a little bell rang above her. She immediately stopped and looked around the shop, but she didn't see anyone, nor did she hear anyone. Who leaves a shop unattended? She walked into the shop and looked around, but there was no one in sight or within earshot. Scar decided to continue and discovered tables and walls full of makeup products. The sight of the vibrant colors sent shivers down her spine. She would rather leave, but she knew she had to stay here now. She searched for a section of lipsticks and picked out a red one. Scar then went to the cash register, but no one was there. She noticed a sign on the counter: "Please ring the bell if you want to pay!" Next to the sign was a golden bell, the kind you often found in hotels. Scar rang the bell, but nothing happened. Why did she want to pay, anyway? She should just leave; otherwise, the game might end early for her. She turned around and put her hand on the doorknob. "Aren't you going to pay first?" suddenly, a male voice said. She turned back to the cash register and saw a dark man there. He had black hair and red eyes. She recognized him; he was one of the athletes in the show, and he was even wearing the same black and green uniform.
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