A sickly-sweet cloud of cotton candy fills the air — the kind that clings to your throat and makes your stomach turn. Beneath the painted smile, the water erupts into a violent fizz, staining the bath as the illusion melts away. Big Top Butcher lures you in with carnival sugar and leaves you alone with what’s hiding behind the curtain. The laughter fades. The sweetness rots.
Once you enter the ring, there’s no applause — only silence.
