The circus train is the troupe’s uncanny vessel, carrying them from one corner of the world to the next—though not always by rails. At times it glides along ordinary tracks, and at others it slips into the sky like a shadow breaking free from the earth.
Many whisper that the train is a living, breathing creature. Its metal seems to pulse like a heartbeat, its windows blink like watchful eyes. It feels strangely familiar… yet deeply unsettling, as if it remembers you even when you’ve never seen it before. Calling out to you.

Fueled not by coal but by human emotion, the train hungers for wonder, fear, joy, and dread alike. The souls of both the innocent and the wicked feed its mysterious power. And what better way to sustain such a creature than by journeying from town to town, drawing in crowds filled with childlike curiosity, just waiting to be devoured by the magic of the circus?

The circus is far from ordinary. Countless strange creatures lurk within the metal ribs of the train and the shadowed folds of the tents, slipping in and out as if the very fabric of the circus breathes them into existence. Some stay hidden among the ropes and rafters… but others wander freely beyond the circus fence.

They drift into nearby towns and cities whenever the mood strikes—silent, curious, and impossible to recognize until it’s far too late. You might pass one in a crowded street, share a quiet moment with one on a park bench, or catch a fleeting reflection that doesn’t match your own.

With the haunted circus nearby, you never truly know who—or what—you may be crossing paths with.