In our circus we are like family members, and you don't leave family behind. At least that's what I thought, but deep within the cellars I had discovered a long forgotten family member. One with so much hate for the circus his killing intent was like none other. It was life or death to us, but it was a game to him. (The cover is meant to represent the two conflicting emotions/sides within the story and isn't supposed to be taken seriously. It reminds you to keep an open mind as you read this book.) **Fanfiction**