“Darkness has decent upon the dance floor.”

“Weeks have passed since I lost my match against Ajax, a loss that has now chained me to be part of ‘The Circus’. A few weeks have passed, and I already miss the life that I left behind. The energy of the dancefloor, the roar of the crowd, the electric atmosphere—but all is gone now, and I can’t do anything about it but be one of Klaus… I mean, ‘Ringleader’ Klaus sideshow freaks.”

“Every day, it’s a battle to resist his incedious persuasion, knowing that giving in would mean my end. I’ve managed to hold my ground so far, but I know that the cracks are showing. How much longer can I endure this before I break… I need to find ways to get myself distracted, possibly an escape.”

“The paper that Klaus gave me says that I have an upcoming opponent on the debut of Warzone and how conveniently my opponent is called ‘The Night’. Fitting, isn’t it? Darkness calls to darkness; it seems my descent is far from over, it seems.”

“The Night… a name feels heavy that could possibly be a promise of oblivion—that it almost sounds poetic, isn’t it? Rumour has a way to slither through the cracks, and they painted a picture that chills me to my bones. If I were still in the brightness of my club, all jolly and positive, I’d probably say something fun about it. But now, standing in the cold and twisted circus, I can feel the irony of fate dragging me into the darkness.”

“Maybe that is why Klaus possibly persuaded the management to choose him as my opponent in the disguise that this could be some sort of rebirth, but in fact it is a message. A clear and cruel: ‘This is your future’. I know for a fact that he doesn’t care if I rise or fall as long as I entertain him and his circus. As Warzone comes closer, Klaus may call him my opponent, but knowing him, he feels it’s more like a prophecy.”

“As Warzone draws near, this is my first match under ‘The Circus’, and Klaus has been putting more pressure in hopes that I would break, but I won’t let him break me. Not yet, at least. ‘The Circus’ may be my prison right now, but even the cage bear has claws. I still have something to fight for, and that is hope that one day I could return to the disco lights and the lively dancefloor.”

“Klaus will watch me from afar, his eyes glinting with amusement. I’m sure he would think that I’m one step closer to crack, stumble, and fall under pressure. The dancefloor may be gone, but I can still move. I will entertain, but not for Klause, but for the fans. Warzone will not be my descent to darkness; it will be my battle to claw my way back up to the light and hope to once again have fun.”