When Stephanie, franticly ripped opened her door, terrified by the man she saw before her. A menacingly tall man, terribly cropped hair and larger, rough hands holding something.
"Can I help you?" Stephanie squeaked out, attempting but failing to mask her fear.
The man responded in an unexpectedly nervous voice, "I found this letter addressed to you in the lobby, I think that maybe you dropped it? I don't know ... I just wanted to return it to you."
Stephanie was skeptical of the man. When was the last time a person willingly helped Stephanie Lovett, the town nut-job? Did he not know who she was? Impossible, maybe he just didn't care. She snatched the letter from his calloused hands.
He introduced himself as Ren, he was... cordial. Baffled by his politeness Stephanie went back to aimlessly packing, forgetting about the letter just delivered by the strange man.
By the time she walked out of the door the letter managed its way underneath her crumpled sheets, still sealed. It read:
"Ms. Lovett,
As you must be aware, the circus is in town. Do yourself a favor and use your freakish "abilities" to find yourself a place in that circus. If you're not in the parade of striped tents leaving town tomorrow, there will be irreversible consequences.
Sincerely,
Well, you're smart enough I'm sure you know.
P.S: Don't go to the cops about this, it will only do you more harm than good."
Stephanie headed into town, completely unaware of the ultimatum leading to her impending doom.
