I'm a professional clown, one who makes people laugh through burlesque performances. My dad is a clown, and I have been performing around with my dad since I was a child. My dad's biggest wish is to carry forward his circus, and I have been working hard in this direction for the past eighteen years.
I don't know how I came to this world. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a beautiful young man in white clothes anxiously guarding my bedside. I thought he was an angel at the time. Later, I regretted my thoughts countless times. He was obviously a Grandet, the kind who eats people without spitting out their bones. How could I be fooled by his stupidity at that time?