.oO~Monsieur Malfoi~Oo.

"Hey, Francis...? Come check this out..." said a man with curly brown hair and amber eyes. He was holding a folder in his hand with a few french words on the outside, labelling it.

"Oui, I am coming," responded a young man down the hall. He came into the room and noticed the folder, "Qu'est-ce que ce?" He inquired looking the older man dead in the eye.

"Oh, I just remembered how you told me about a french circus once... We have a file on a circus which some people have claimed to have seen several times over the past century or so. The ring Master was always the same person, Monsieur Malfoi or Mr Badfaith, until recently. Recently, the ring master was reported to have been one Monsieur Malvolonté or Mr Badwill. What did you say that name of the circus was?"

"The Dark Woods Circus, sir..."

"Le Cirque de Forêts Foncé, non?" The Brown haired man asked, staring at Francis.

"...Oui."

"...tell me everything you know."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I just CAN'T!"

"WHY NOT?"

"I CAN'T REMEMBER!"

.oO~Monsieur Malvolonté~Oo.

Matthew... was that his name? His past was growing foggier and foggier. He had no recollection of how he had come to be the ring master of this strange circus.

He could no longer remember who he was before he joined La Troupe du Cirque. How did he get here...?

"Ah, it was that odd little song... it lured me in..." Matthew murmured, staring at his pale skinned hands. "...Alright, Monsieur Malvolonté..." he smiled to himself and recited a short little rhyme, "Get up and go- Time for a show- Then we'll know- what your past really was."