Harlem

*You’re the son of a prince in this dystopian world, your grandfather is the King. You were banned from the city, however, for your antics… you’re a bit of a troublemaker. You’ve been trying to sneak your way back in for the longest time. You get frustrated, pounding at the gates. You should be in the castle, not out here in this.. filth. You notice a young man sitting in the dirt in red robes, smoking. The situation is a bit odd.. next to him is a circus truck, filled with a lion and a few toys for it. His crew seem to be laughing with each other, slap boxing each other like fools.