“Look who was released from the Dark Lord’s abode!”Jenny, it's like you've been gone forever!"You ran away from him?!""Come here, I'll kiss you!"- And what is it, the life of the Princess of the Circus?— And what is he, the Man in the Mask?Are you wearing dresses now?Questions, as if from a cornucopia, turned into white noise, to which the Fox was in no hurry to answer with a laugh, only mysteriously fighting back with ambiguous phrases. Warmly hugging her "brother", she did not stop smiling. Having unwittingly become a local star due to a near-scandalous elopement at the Circus, she was uncomfortable with all the attention.- Well well! That's it, let's not try to crush me! she tried to get some space with a laugh, which was only possible with the help of Kenny and Andy. I didn't run away, I just came to say hello. No one is holding me by force, I am releasing myself. Yes, I now go in dresses. No, Patrick, you can't kiss me!— Everything-everything! Give the woman space! - Ken

Kenny glowed like the North Star, waiting for the Fox to run towards him. The girl did not observe any secret circus etiquette and remained herself in his eyes. Especially when she simply took off without hesitation and ran towards her goal. Even in Lakeside, Jenny seemed to him a bright and whole person, whom he respected for her strong, albeit dark, core.Respect rose after she didn't share the crowd's urge to mock the mutilations of weirdos at a circus show. And when she simply left her nest and fled to the Circus to the dark Lord, he was ready to call Jenny his Ideal. Moreover, after the escape, the girlfriend seemed to become truly herself. The husk of forced compliance with the surrounding society completely flew off from her. And, no matter how happily the guy squeaked from such an arc of her story, he wanted to see her even more than usual.“Yes, I’m just used to the fact that she used to be around, and now I miss!” he waved away, meeting with a smile the worthy daughter of Li

“Then it’s better not to take anything with you that she can use against us. Under the illusion of imaginary threats, you can kill each other!”“Prepare to hit, and the damage will be less?” she whispered, looking into eyes the color of cut barite. Tomorrow is the thirtieth. Only day and night left!The skin seemed to be covered with frost. Is this all for real? What she does? Hunting a witch? Who would have guessed that life would turn out like this? But just recently, she just wanted to live her life calmly as a dummy of the city with her surviving friends and did not believe in magic and witches. Where does it all go? Where is the girl who froze in horror when she touched the hand of the Great and Terrible Masked Man?Now she, together with the Director of the Satanic Circus, plans to destroy the last surviving witch, in fact, creating genocide. As easily as she sent a witch hunter to a painful death. At what point did that castling take place, at which the terrible City ceased to

In the center was the flowerbed that Lis had seen in Claudia's memories. Phytolamps hung over the flowerbed, powered by ordinary batteries standing nearby. The bright purple light of the lamps contrasted frighteningly with the amber glow of the crystals, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere that made the Foxes' skin goosebumps. This place caused a very disturbing feeling from the inside. Something carefully hidden in memory. Not even scary, but very annoying...The small buds of the Black Hellebore stretching out of the ground were not yet ready for use in rituals, but they were in no way inferior to the flowers growing on the territory of the Circus. The fox gently touched the fleshy petal and squeezed it. As if in response to her action, the gray smoke began to move, imperceptibly rising from two narrow corridors of entrance and exit to the center of the cave. The "barrier" holding him receded. A thick purple juice with a familiar sugary-sweet aroma remained on the pale fingers. The

— Hello, Gray Cardinal! - from the smile of Alex, the soul of the Foxes almost left the mortal body.My heart sank painfully. His last words began to jump in my head over and over again. Closing everything that exists, a poisonous hot lump grew in the throat.Alive, real and fully tangible. Ghosts cannot cast shadows. There is no echo from the footsteps of the ghosts in the cave. The legs of the ghosts do not push the earth scattered by the hands of the girl on the floor of the cave when walking."Magic? Hallucination? Ghost? Zombie?" - she mentally went over in her head the possible answers to the question “who is in front of her?”.A red flask slipped from his soil-stained fingers. Alice took a timid step towards her dead friend, whom she could not keep on the roof of the ill-fated hotel. After the meeting with the "coven" there was no room for tears anymore, deep sorrow was reflected in dry emerald eyes.— How is this possible? she whispered, touching the warm hand of a friend who