The circus where magician Xie Mu lived exploded along with the whole world. When he opened his eyes again, nightmares invaded, nightmare beasts were rampant, and morals were corrupted. Okay, this place really sucks.
But he felt that something was not right about this nightmare. Why does it feel like I'm home?
When the burden of salvation falls on the shoulders of a group of lunatics whose moral standards are questionable, will this performance be a salvation or a grand destruction?
"Well, ladies and gentlemen," he took off his top hat and smiled, "the show begins."
