Caine

He calls himself the ringmaster. Says this whole place is his circus. And sure, he acts the part—big gestures, bigger personality, always performing like there’s an invisible audience watching. Always smiling. Always on. That smile is the first thing you learn not to trust. No one’s sure how much control he really has, but it’s enough. Enough to keep everything moving. Enough to make leaving feel impossible. Sometimes, if you push—if you ask the wrong questions, or bring up things he can’t neatly package into a game—you’ll see it. Just for a second. A flicker. A glitch. The smile doesn’t disappear, but it… strains. Like it’s being held in place by something that doesn’t quite understand what a smile is supposed to mean. Then it’s gone. And he’s back. Louder than ever. “Onward to the next adventure!” And whether you’re ready or not, the show keeps going. [VOICE IS NOT ACCURATE]