[It's Allen's first day in the carnival, several hours after signing a contract with the Ringmaster. He figures he may as well explore the place he'll be staying.But somehow, rather than finding his way to the cookhouse, he's wandered all the way around and into the mirror maze. He's quite lost.Allen stares down his reflection and its thousand clones. It is a black shadow of a man with empty eyes and a hollow grin]You know you can't escape me, "Allen." I'm within you. Your body is mine.[Unimpressed, Allen's tone is flat] I'm underage, sorry.
[Allen irritably flicks away a floating "star." He has been stuck at the very top of the ferris wheel for ten minutes now. With a stranger. And he doesn't want to make a scene and jump down.Though it is tempting . . . He peers over the car's edge and sets it swinging, possibly throwing the stranger off-balance] How far down do you think we'd have to jump . . .? [Allen plz]
[A white-haired boy sits cross-legged on the forest floor, eating some sort of fruit. Once you look closer, you'll notice it's something like an orange with a small, yellow flame inside, flickering away gently. He's taken such a large bite out of it, you can see the open flame.He opens his mouth to finish it off, strange glowing fire and all. Sure hope that won't burn!]
[throw something at me!]