The entire circus is a trap. From the enticing colors to the "friendly" and harmless people who welcomed us, it's all part of their master plan.
I tremble with rage at having fallen into their trap and bringing Maia here in such a weakened state. I clench my fists tightly, frustrated with myself, as Sir Redness's soft, refined laughter makes my skin crawl with fear.
"Calm down. If you behave, you'll come to enjoy it here. Isn't that right, my sweet Brii?"
Brii remains silent. I can't see her expression right now, but her lack of response makes me imagine that she isn't entirely proud of her work.
"Why us?" I ask. "We aren't special."
"That's where you're wrong, Luke. At first, my orders to Britney were to let you die, but then I wondered why Líneas would be interested in two dying children. So I observed you. I watched you so closely that I saw the potential in both of you as attractions for my circus."
"Is that all?"
