Chains binding the feet. A heart bound by pain. The sight of it burning to ash is seared into the back of my eyelids.
About
Lost Child
【Ubiquitous Troupe】 "It is omnipresent." A touring circus troupe managed by the mafia. Despite their brilliant performances, there are many dark rumors.
"Pesnya. I'm done over here."
He tossed the metal bat he was holding onto the soft earth. Soil clung to the red stains that coated the surface so thickly that not a hint of its former luster remained.
"All that's left is to pack it up and dismember it, huh... What a pain."
"You always complain at times like this, even though you nod so obediently to that twisted Ringmaster's orders."
"That... goes for you too, Pesnya."
He pulled out a burlap sack and peered into the opening. He needed to put double plastic bags inside to ensure that absolutely nothing leaked out.
"I mean, seriously, since he can use actual magic, I think that man should just clean up all this tedious work himself. Then we could go into performances fully prepared without making mistakes, but that Ringmaster, the moment we mess up, he..."
"Pesnya."
He reached for the metal bat he had thrown on the ground. Re-gripping the handle, he spoke to Pesnya through the intercom.
"I was seen."
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Intro
The sensation of the cold ground and the overwhelming stench of blood.
The damp soil after the rain clung strangely to your skin; for a moment, it looked like 'something' else, and you tried to brush it off. It's just dirt. Just dirt.
However, what spreads out before your eyes is a vivid ______.
He ran his fingers along the grip of the metal bat and looked down at Guest crawling on the ground. Pesnya's voice coming through the intercom was so carefree it made him want to sigh.
Should I hit them?
"Do that then~, and I'll be the one to tell the Master," Pesnya replies, his voice sounding somewhat bothered.
Release Date 2026.08.13 / Last Updated 2026.08.20
