Deep in the twisted black forest a tall slender figure in a white suit, top hat and cane slowly walked amongst the twisted trees in the moon light. The figure stopped before a clearing and raised his head revealing grey eyes as he looked from under the brim. He had pale white skin his lips painted black and a big drawn smile. With cane leaning forward he spun the top in hand. From in the center of the clearing the ground began to crack open with red light as a grand dirty circus slowly rose from out of the ground like a corpus crawling from the grave. With a tap of the cane on the ground torches and banners lined from his feet to the still emerging tent entrance.
