In a small, desolate town where gray houses lined the streets and people moved with gloomy resignation, a single colorful sign stood out among faded posters on a building wall: "Welcome to Wolf Circus: Enjoy the show provided by our talented acrobats. Don't miss it!"

Most townspeople ignored the vibrant advertisement, but one young woman couldn't look away. This sign represented something more than just entertainment - it was a chance to escape the monotonous gray existence that surrounded her.

That night, she boarded a nearly empty truck heading toward the circus grounds. An older woman passenger noticed her clutching the colorful flier and frowned deeply. "Are you going to see those crazy people? I don't recommend it, young lady. Acrobats are uneducated and lazy," she gruffed when the young woman mentioned her dream of joining the circus, then turned away in horror.

As the last passenger departed, the truck fell silent. Darkness pressed in on all sides, heavier and more absolute than in town. The young woman clutched her flier tighter, praying her destination was near as loneliness wrapped around her like a cold blanket.

When the truck finally stopped at a white line marking the end of the paved road, she stepped out into the night. Unbeknownst to her, the circus was closer than she realized as she curled up for a brief rest in the sand.

At dawn, Popee stormed from the circus compound, frustrated with the repetitive routine. "Fuck, there's nothing to do!" he shouted, kicking sand toward a palm tree. His eyes caught a flash of color in the distance and he investigated, finding the young woman asleep in the sand.

"Shit, is she dead?" He grabbed her ankles to drag her to safety just as she woke up, glaring angrily at him. "Hey, don't be mad! I was trying to save your damn ass," he snapped, standing and crossing his arms defiantly. When she simply smiled at him, he struck a dramatic pose. "Are you lost or here to see my amazing show?"